Breakfast is my favorite part of the day. You get the best foods at breakfast, like bacon. Bacon is good. Luckily, that�s what Uncle Billy was makin� for us, along with pancakes and orange juice. Did I mention that my Uncle Billy was an amazin� cook?
The Scary Guy, who I decided on calling Viggo from now on, didn�t look to well. I called him Viggo, just because I couldn�t get a straight answer from Bobo. He kept tellin� me that Viggo was the guy�s name, but I really didn�t believe him. Oh well, at least this name was fun to say. Almost as fun as the word hobbit. Haw-bit. I love that word.
Uncle Bobo set a plate full of food down in front of Viggo. Viggo glanced down at it, and I could tell he wasn�t hungry. This confused me, since I haven�t met anyone that didn�t like breakfast. If it were possible, I would make two breakfasts a day... like a second breakfast. I�d call it second breakfast, just �cause I heard Uncle Billy say that once. He was talkin� with Merry at the time, but second breakfast is MY idea. Not his. I claim second breakfast because it will be the best meal of the day. At least I hope it will.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yeah.
Viggo shoved the big plate of food over the table towards me. I looked at the mound of bacon and grinned. I never had so much bacon in my life before! Dad says I�m too young for that much food.
Uncle Bobo frowned. �Are you really that bad Vig?� he asked, looking quite concerned.
Viggo groaned. �I feel like my head is going to explode.�
I gasped. I didn�t want his head to explode! He must be very sick then. Poor Viggo, I wonder if this head exploding disease was contagious. I wouldn�t want my head to explode.
�I told ya, you shouldn�t have drank so much last night. Good thing Peter doesn�t expect you on set today. I�m sort of glad that we all got the day off, except for Sean, Elijah, and both Ian�s. Oh well, it looks like a great day for some surfin�, wouldn�t you say?� Uncle Billy grinned.
Surfin�?
Viggo groaned again. �Not today. Today I�m going home and resting. I curse you for giving this hang over to me Billy, I really do.�
�I�m not the one who drank all the ale.� Uncle Billy laughed, which just caused Viggo to groan even more.
I didn�t know what was goin� on, but I decided that I should ignore their conversation, since it wasn�t makin� any sense to me. Uncle Billy had mentioned surfin�, however, and that meant we were goin� to the beach. This pleased me very much, as I scarfed down my food as fast as I possibly could. The beach was fun, especially with Uncle Billy, and if Uncle Billy was goin� to be there, then I knew that Orlie was too!
I finished my breakfast and leaped up, tossing the plate into the sink. I didn�t notice the cringe from Viggo as I skipped happily to my bedroom. I was goin� to the beach, and I needed to find my bathin� suit. I searched through my dresser, then in my suitcase, then in the closet, and then under the bed. Where was it? And where were my feet warmers? I never did find those yet.
I decided to go in search of Uncle Billy; he always knew where things were.
Shuffling back down the hall, I entered the kitchen to find Uncle Billy up to his elbows in soapy water. Viggo was nowhere to be seen.
�Uncle Billy�� I started, but was interrupted by the sound of the front doorbell. �Never mind!� I called over my shoulder, racing towards the door. Answering the door was fun, �cause you can guess who it is before you get there. My thoughts at the moment, was that it would probably be Orlie, coming to get us to go to the beach. I hoped so.
I swung the front door open with a lot of effort, and frowned slightly when I saw that it wasn�t Orlie. Oh well.
�What, not happy to see me?� Merry asked, lifting his hands in question.
I grinned at this. He was funny. �I was especting Orlie.� I replied.
�Especting?� he repeated, �Well then, I�m sorry for disappointing you.� He said, a look of hurt coming over his face. I wasn�t fooled.
�No trouble.� I said, grinning still. �You�ll do for my experiment.�
The look of hurt on Merry�s face turned to that of terror, as I grabbed his hand and used all my strength to pull him inside. I shut the door behind us and lead Merry to the kitchen.
�Are you comin� surfin�?� I asked him, straining my neck a bit to look up at him.
�If you want me too.� He replied, winking.
�Aye! I do! It�ll be so much fun� maybe you can fight Bobo again?� I looked at him pleadingly.
I chuckled a bit. �We�ll see. Right now though, stay quiet. Go into the kitchen, but don�t let Bobo know I�m here.�
Again, Merry had emphasized my nickname for Uncle Billy. Was somethin� wrong with him? Yup, there is. Merry is a lunatic. Want proof? This is what happened next.
Merry shoved me back into the kitchen, almost making me slip on the tile floor. Bobo semi turned when he heard me try to catch my balance. However, I didn�t, and fell on my rump instead.
�Nice work Alex.� He joked, �I knew you could walk.�
I was just about to protest, tellin� him Merry pushed me, but then I remembered my instructions. I climbed back up to my feet and just gave Uncle Billy me death glare. I guess he wasn�t scared, because he just started laughin� at me. Again! Will the laughing ever stop?
�So, who was it?� he asked me.
�Huh?� What was he talking about?
�The door Alex, who was at the door kiddo?� he repeated, rollin� his eyes.
Uh oh. How was I supposed to answer this one? I thought as quick as I could, and managed to come up with this. �Uh� a lady.� I replied.
I saw one of Uncle Billy�s eyebrows rise, as he turned his full attention towards me. �Oh really? Well, where is she?�
�I, uh� sent her away. She said she�d come back later.� I lied through my teeth. Merry was goin� to pay for makin� me lie to my Uncle Bobo. The poor guy has all ready been through enough. Oh well, it was fun.
�Fans.� Uncle Billy sighed, turning back to the sink.
I giggled. Uncle Bobo having fans? Now THAT was funny. Maybe if he was someone like Arthur, or even Buster, then he would have fans. But Uncle Bobo with fans? That was too funny. �Who would want to be your fan?� I giggled, falling back down on my rump.
Uncle Billy turned and glared at me.
I gulped, tryin� to keep in my giggles.
�Alexandra�� he began, his voice very stern.
I gulped, for real this time.
We had a starin� match for a couple seconds, then a small grin crept across Uncle Bobo�s lips, and we both started laughing.
�Oh Billy�� I heard a high pitch voice come from the other room. I don�t remember a girl ever bein� let into the house� besides me of course.
I saw Uncle Billy�s eyes widen, as he looked at me, panicked. �Alex.� he hissed, �You really didn�t let her in, did you?�
What? How can I let someone in who I made up? Unless� I had magic powers! Finally! Whatever I wished would come true! Yes! Magic powers!
Uncle Billy didn�t look all too happy at my new discovery, as he quickly pulled of his dish cleanin� gloves, and walked past me towards the dinin� room.
�Hullo?� Uncle Billy called out.
�Oh, thank goodness you�re home!� The female voice called. I still never remembered having a female in the house, and where did Merry go?
Uncle Billy walked into the livin� room slowly. All I saw though, was a blur as Uncle Billy was knocked to the ground. What was goin� on?!
I raced the rest of the way into the livin� room, and say Merry sittin� on Uncle Billy, grinning down at him.
�Oh Bobo!� Merry cried. He kept emphasizing that name! �I love you so much! I�m your biggest fan!�
Merry was usin� a girl voice, so I figured he was the lady who didn�t exist. But what was he doing to my Uncle Billy?
I could see Uncle Billy squirming and fighting off Merry as best he could, but Merry still remained sittin� on him.
�Dom, knock it off would ya?� Uncle Billy groaned from under Merry. �You�re really starting to scare me mate.�
Merry grinned. �But Schnookums, I LOVE you!� he continued in the girl voice.
I giggled. I told you Merry was a lunatic!
�Okay Dom, I�m going to count to three. One��
�But Pippin!� Merry grinned, trying to look hurt.
�Two�� Uncle Billy continued.
Merry turned to face Uncle Bobo fully now. �Fine then. I�ll have to win you over another way.�
�Three!� Uncle Billy yelled, but before he could do anything, Merry planted a big kiss on Uncle Billy�s forehead. Did I mention Merry is a lunatic?
Oh well. That�s the last I saw of Merry, before he went flying up in the air. I watched with amusement as he landed with a thud on the other side of the room.
Looking back at Uncle Billy, I saw him frantically wiping away at his forehead, a sickened look across his face.
Merry was rolling around on the floor, laughing his head off.
After a few minutes of Merry laughing, me being very confused, and Uncle Billy giving death glares to Merry, Merry finally calmed down.
�Oh, by the way. I came to tell you that everyone�s meeting at the beach in a half hour.� He sighed, still trying to catch his breath.
Uncle Billy stood up, mumbling something about paybacks, and stalked out of the room.
I looked back at Merry and shook my head in disgust.
�What is it runt?� he asked me, beckoning for me to go over to him.
I walked over to him, and leaned down, looking him right in the eyes. �You kissed him on purpose. That�s gross.�
His smile grew even wider at this. �Oh yeah?�
I nodded. He just kissed my uncle! Ewww! �Yeah.� I replied, �Kissing�s gross.�
�All right then.� He nodded, standing up. �We�ll see about that.�
Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and I was danglin� from his hip, as he carried me around, calling out �Bobo! Your niece wants to kiss you!�.
I shook my head, deciding that Merry needed the help of those mind doctors, the ones that take you to that neat little place, with white, bouncy walls. I saw them on the tele all the time, and I figured Merry would fit in well.
Oh well, that wasn�t my main priority right now. So what if I was dangling in the air with Merry threatening me with the thought of Uncle Bobo kissin� me? I still didn�t have my bathin� suit!