Chapter 13-Luau Dinner
"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" A young boy named Tucker called. He twirled double sided torches around his hands, and easily maneuvered them so he could avoid getting burned. He was on a stage, performing for some people eating dinner. He was a torch juggler, and a good one at that. He twirled the torches like it was nothing, doing somersaults and twirling them while on his back. He put both torches in one hand, grabbed a water bottle, and sprayed the water out of his mouth at the torches. The flames got huge, but went back down again.
Everyone eating dinner cheered him as he took a bow. Suddenly, the whole top front part of the hut he was performing in caught fire and fell to the stage below! Tucker barely had time to jump out of the way. He then started stomping on the flames, trying to make it go away.
Danny, sitting at a table a little ways from the stage watched in amusement as Tucker tried to put out the flames. He laughed and clapped his hands happily. Sam was busily working on something in the chair next to Danny, holding a crayon in her hand and drawing on a pad of paper. She smiled as she finished it.
"This is you," Sam said, moving the paper so that Danny could see. There was Danny's outline, but most of him was colored in. "This is your badness level," Sam pointed to the top of the colored line and motioned all below it. It was more than ¾ colored. "It's unusually high, for someone your size. We have to fix that,"
"Ay ay ay, Sam! Your friend cannot sit at the table!" (Again, awkward script) Jazz said as she came over to the table, dressed in her waitress outfit: a turquoise blanket wrapped around her waist like a skirt, and a matching bikini top. She was very beautiful.
"Danny's troubled. He needs desserts!" Sam said, putting her finger in the air like she had just discovered something a genius would.
Jazz didn't really care. As she picked up Sam's plate and put it on her waitress tray, she said, "You didn't even eat your sweet potato; I thought you liked them,"
This time, Sam didn't care. "Desserts!" She insisted. Jazz rolled her eyes, sighed, but walked into the Employees Only area to get Sam some desserts.
Just as Jazz left, Tucker walked off the stage and was walking past Sam and Danny. He was covered in black soot, from trying to put out the fire from his torches. Sam called, "Tucker!"
Tucker glanced at Sam, and Sam continued, "I got a new friend!" Tucker then did a double take at Danny.
"Oh, really? You sure it's a friend?"
"Uh huh. He used to be a" (Place adjective. the one in the movie is "Collie") "before he got ran over." Then Jazz walked by, and without a word placed two slices of chocolate cake with white icing on the table. "Yum!" Sam said excitedly, but then Danny grabbed both pieces and shoved them into his mouth, making disgusting slurping and gurgling noises. Just before he swallowed, Sam said defiantly, "Hey!"
Danny felt bad, so he spit the pieces out of his mouth and back onto the table. Sam leaned back disgustedly. Danny opened his mouth wide and reached down his throat for the cherry, and placed it on top of the wet mess. He then pushed the plate to Sam. Sam cringed back in even more disgust. "Eww!"
Jazz walked by Tucker, and he tried to get her attention, "How's it, Jazz?"
Jazz turned, but said, "Did you catch fire again?"
"Nah, just the stage," Tucker said, waving his hand dismissively. "Listen, I was wondering," he rubbed the back of his neck modestly. "If you're not doing anything later this—"
"Tucker, I told you, I can't," Jazz interrupted. "I—" She looked at Sam and Danny, who stared back innocently. "I got a lot to deal with right now,"
"I know. I just figured you might need some—"
"You smell like a lawn mower," Jazz interrupted again, sniffing the air. Just then, Jazz heard plates and silverware being slammed and banged together. Some kids started yelling too. Jazz glanced at them, then turned back to Tucker, "Look. The kid at table three is throwing poi (?) again. Maybe some other time, okay?" Then Jazz walked off, leaving a sad tucker behind her.
As Tucker hung his head and started to walk off, Sam spoke up while doodling in her book. "Don't worry. She likes her" (Or is it "your"?) "butt, and fancy hair. I know. I read her diary."
"She thinks it's fancy?" Tucker asked, pushing his hair out of his face and smiling.
Danny was getting bored. He sighed and traced some designs in the wood table. Suddenly, he smelled something good. Ghost food. He lifted his head and sniffed the air. He groaned happily and hopped off his chair and followed his nose, over to a table. There was a purse hanging around the chair, and Danny opened it and took out the chicken-looking ghost food.
Just as he was about to take a bite, the disguised Vlad grabbed him, exclaiming, "AHA! Look what I find!" Danny tried biting and hitting Vlad, to let him go, but Vlad had a good grip. "Get restraints," Vlad told the disguised holographic Maddie.
"Right," she said, fumbling with her purse. Vlad punched Danny as he got in a good bite, but Danny held on.
"Hurry!" Vlad cried. Danny was starting to hurt him. Vlad got hold of Danny's hair and pulled. Danny still held on with his teeth. Maddie tried cuffing his hands, but they were flailing too much. One of Danny's arms hit off Maddie's fake hat, and as she watched it fall, Danny let go of Vlad and bit Maddie instead.
Maddie screamed loudly, and Jazz looked up from the order she had been taking. She quickly threw down the pad of paper, and ran over and tried pulling Danny off of Maddie. Then she started trying to hit Danny, but he acted like he didn't even feel her. Not knowing that Maddie and Vlad were about to capture Danny, Jazz thought Danny had attacked them for no reason. After some failed attempts at pulling him off, Jazz grabbed a jug of lemonade and threw all the liquid all over Danny. Danny growled at Jazz, but Jazz used it as a distraction, and pulled Danny off of Maddie.
Jazz tried pinning Danny to the floor to calm him down as her manager came over. "Hey, Jazz!" Jazz looked up, and as he walked up to her, she stood up and faced him. "Is that your child?" (Wow, awkward. The guy says, "dog," but I didn't know what to put)
"Uh…" Jazz mumbled. Luckily, Maddie saved Jazz.
"All is well!" Jazz and the manager looked at her. "Please, go about your business, I'm okay!"
"Ugh," Jazz commented, looking at Maddie. She looked terrible, not to mention partially see-through. "Your head looks… swollen." Jazz said.
Maddie smiled, knowing that she got attention, the thing she wanted. But Vlad ruined the moment. "Actually, she's just ugly."
Maddie laughed nervously. "Oh, he's joking!" She said between laughs. "Ugly. Look at me!" Maddie went on, but the manager turned back to Jazz.
"Uh, this is not… working out."
"B-b-but—" Jazz tried to retort, but the manager crossed his arms and shook his head. Jazz understood, and tried to make it seem like she wanted to be fired. "Yeah? Well, who wants to work at this stupid, fakey luau anyway?" She turned and walked away, but not before motioning to Sam. "Come on, Sam." And they headed home.