"Even the days and nights must be jealous of your predictability."
Sir Whipsonfreak had the most boring, yet safe life in the town of Bunsberry. But one day his grandson Richter complained about it and to prove him wrong Sir Whipson will do the unex...
As the pop music rocked around the crowded room, Sir Whipsonfreak couldn't help but shimmy to the beat. Soon he became the center of attraction and landed in the middle of the dance floor, doing the Night at the Roxbury and Mashed Potatoes while sometimes going for the Irish Kicks of his own version.
"Nah" Sir Whipson's voice snapped Richter out of his daydream. He frowned at his grandson and waved his to-do list at him, "Not gonna do the club dancing."
"Oh don't be a party pooper!" Richter dramatically wailed. " A little bit of shimmying, shammying, and discoing won't kill you."
"Nope", Sir Whipson said, popping his 'p' in the most chivalrous manner possible. He then went towards the kitchen to signify that the discussion has now ended.
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" So what's the poison that you ordered today?" Sir Whipson asked Richter, making sure to show his distaste.
Richter smiled at his grandfather and shook his head, " Nothing. Today you choose if you want to order something, cook one up or toast one out."
Sir Whipson cocked his left eyebrow and stared at him with utter stupefaction. "Why?" He asked, trying to mask his smile.
"Because", Richter gently moved towards his grandfather and sat beside the old man, "I was rude yesternight, and as a way of apology, I am going to let you free for the second half of the day and also give you the choice of breakfast."
"Well then," Sir Whipson lifted the receiver and handed it to Richter, "why don't you dial up the Subway for me?"
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Mr. Redhawk yawned loudly and read the file in front of him. The file made him feel sleepy and by the time he reached the twelfth sentence, he was already busy catching forty winks.
While he was busy nodding his head, Miss Pinkhead slammed open the door to his office, waking up Mr. Red with a start. "Oh hello, Ms. Pinkhead I was just..."
