My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 9/Part 3: The ACTUAL Party (first half)

Bobby's POV:

Wow! Daddy really did a good job getting things ready! I'm actually kind of excited! Excited to see that stupid Franklin get dripping wet with green goo and other gross stuff. I told Joanie about that bully, and she said that we could prank him good so he doesn't mess with me again. It's just ten minutes until the party starts, but for some reason, Daddy is looking nervous. I'm not sure why.

Daddy keeps pacing across the floor and looking out the window toward the street. "Uh, Joanie? D'ya think your mom would mind if we used your front door to greet all our guests, then once all the parents leave, we can shuffle 'em all up to my apartment?"

Joanie looks at Daddy like he's nuts. "Why bother? It looks amazing in here. We didn't get anything prepared downstairs anyway."

Daddy bites his lip. "Well, I get that, but your mother is a better host than me, plus, well, your front door is much more suitable for guests than mine is, ya see."

Joanie smirks like she knows something I don't. "Oh, Fonzie, you're embarrassed! You don't need to be. It's just a kids' party for crying out loud. Here..." Joanie places a party hat on top of Daddy's head. "Now you look ready to rock n' roll."

When Daddy starts to pout at Joanie, she decides to give in and grunts. "Fine. I'll let my mom know we'll greet everyone at our door first...oh! And we have a special hidden door that we can have everyone sneak into your apartment with! It's right through Richie's closet. I'll go get the flashlights and the goodie bags ready so I can meet them at the door." Joanie turns to me. "And Bobby, you need to make sure that ALL the lights are off, and it's pitch black in my house, okay?"

I feel my bladder fill up. I hate the dark. So much. "Um...does it have to be all black? Or can we have a night light?"

Joanie rolls her eyes. "It'll be fine, seriously. You'll have a flashlight, and you can stay right behind me the whole time."

"And I'll make sure to give that bully a real good scare when I pop out of Richie's closet!" Daddy shouts.

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The first people to arrive are some of the quieter kids in the class that I'm not really good friends with. I don't even remember their names if I'm being honest, but I smile at them anyway when they come through the door.

"Welcome, dears. Here's your flashlight, and Joanie can give you your goodie bag. Don't eat all those candies at once—I got them in the clearance aisle. They always get discounted after Halloween," Mrs. C says to one of the parents with a wink.

"When will I need to pick up my child?" One of the parents ask.

"This will be a slumber party, so at around eight in the morning. We will be feeding them breakfast—my famous French toast and eggs. I can assure you they will be more than taken care of." Mrs. C looks down at one of the shy kids. "And I notice that you did not bring a sleeping bag. No worries. We have more than enough blankets and pillows to go around." Then Mrs. C looks at me. "Bobby, be polite and say hello. Shake each of your classmates' hands."

I sigh when I realize that means I have to let go of my own goodies to do that, but I don't argue. I never want to see what it's like for Mrs. C to get angry.

After ten or so handshakes, I touch the pudgy hand of my enemy—Franklin. He's so ugly. Even uglier when I'm this close to his face.

"Hello there, old buddy, old pal," he says, spitting the words into my ear as he gives me a noogie. I have to wiggle to get him off of me.

"Shut up, Frankie. You're so stupid." I want so much to hit him, but before I can, I feel a pain on my ear. "Ouchie." I get pulled into the kitchen, and before I know what's happening, I can feel a wooden spoon slamming against my butt.