*Errrrrcccchhh*
"Woo girls. Easy now."
"Have we arrived?"
"You betcha."
"You're not coming?"
"No one has ever asked me before."
"Then let us be the first."
*Dingg...…dongg*
"Customers!!!!
I'll be with you in a minute.
Oh, hello, Apple, Tomato, Radish….Nana."
"Hi Icaco!!"
"I didn't forget you, little ones. Staying out of trouble?"
"What trouble?"
"That's my boys. Here, have a fig.
And who might this young man be?"
"Hi, my name is Darius. Nice to meet you."
"Today is his birthday. He's eight."
"Birthday, you say? Should've told me sooner. QUEENS!!!"
"What is it, Icaco?"
"This poor boy has a birthday but no cake. I am sad for him."
"Birthday!!!!! Birthday!!!! Birthday!!!!!!! Where? Here? Now? There's no time to lose. I'll whip up a cake. Trish, strike the group. EVERYBODY, WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY. Oh boy, Oh boy."
"Works everytime."
"Thanks, Icaco."
"Let me show you to your seats. This way please."