Luau of the Century
Warning: minor alcohol reference.
Mr. Haney had planned this cookout for weeks. He'd gathered up most of the staff's free days so he could pick the perfect weekend, and this Saturday would be that day. He walked around the local grocery store whistling to himself, grabbing up everything he would need, including a special order he'd placed: An entire pig.
Now Mr. Haney normally wouldn't roast an entire pig at your typical backyard barbeque, but this wasn't one of those. He wanted to go Hawaiian, complete with grass skirts, pineapples, and even coconut bras for the ladies. Leis would be passed out to everyone and ukulele music would blare. It would be the best Hawaiian barbeque on this side of the Pacific.
As the day arrived, so did his guests, and all of them accepted the affair full stride. Mr. Ratburn donned a grass skirt and sang along with Miss Sweetwater, and Miss Tingley ditched her strict personality for a coconut bra and a coconut cup filled with nonalcoholic punch, though one could wonder if that was the case by the way she was acting.
The luau was a success, and Mr. Haney smiled as he turned the pig, bobbing his head to the music.
"Buster, do you hear that strange music?" Arthur asked. Buster nodded, pointing down a street crowded with parked cars. "Looks like someone is having a party, but I've never heard that kind of party music before."
Buster sniffed the air, "Do you smell that, Arthur? Someone is making ribs, lots and lots of ribs!"
"Do you think we should check it out?" Arthur asked. Buster shrugged, following Arthur down the street.
The backyard was closed off, but the curious boys were drawn in by the strange affair, both of the wandering to the side of the fence to find a good peephole. Two knots in two separate fence slats had been eaten away by carpenter bees, and the boys peeked inside the backyard.
Both immediately fell backwards in shock, covering their mouths to keep from screaming.
"M-M-M-Mr. Haney in a coconut hat?" Buster stammered.
"M-M-Mr. Ratburn in a gr-gr-grass skirt?" Arthur stuttered.
"We can't tell anyone about this. It's just too scary."
"Agreed," nodded Arthur, and the two ran from the neighborhood without looking back.
Mr. Haney waved away the last of his guests, all of them staggering from dancing and eating. He hoped no one had looked in on their party. He didn't want to make his principal friends or school board friends jealous of the affairs, and he certainly didn't want any students to tell their parents in case any questions were asked. Miss Tingley certainly looked like she was having trouble moving around, though Mr. Haney knew he used the nonalcoholic drink mix.
"Oh well," he shrugged, grabbing a broom and sweeping away the last hints of the wild Hawaiian party, a party that the teachers and staff would speak of for years.
Arthur and Buster, thankfully, wrote off the event as an ill-fated encounter with a bad dream, and both kept their promise never to tell the others. They would take their teachers' secrets to their grave.
Theme 039: Hopping and Jumping
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