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Date Posted: 21:45:25 07/22/04 Thu
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: The car screeches to a halt in front of the Klub
In reply to: CW 's message, "Back at the Klub" on 20:26:23 07/22/04 Thu

Kande immediately jumps out of the back of the car, trampling her SO in her haste to check on the Klub. She slams back the swinging doors, noting how every face in the joint turns to look at her. The place looks exactly the same as when she'd left for England. There's the same spiderwebs in the corners, dust bunnies under the bar, and even the Dancin' Dana's are wearing the same outfits.

"Rats!" the word explodes out of Kande, causing everyone to jump. The doors swing open again to reveal Kande's SO and Bubba buried beneath piles of luggage. KS trails behind them, hat pulled low, begging off from carrying anything due to tooth pain.

"Welcome home, Kande!" the Mayor comes forward with the key to the city.

Kande's puzzled. "I thought you only gave away keys to dignitaries."

The Mayor immediately snatches away the key. "Right! What was I thinking?" She looks over at the box of gifts Kande's SO is setting on top of the bar and brightens. "What'd you bring me?"

Kande sits down heavily on a barstool. "This is it? This is my homecoming?" She gestures toward the walls, which contain the usual Mystics posters. "Where's the balloons? The 'welcome home' sign? The streamers?"

"The cake?" says a voice behind her. Kande turns to see a cheery CW carrying a large 3-tiered chocolate cake from the kitchen. Behind her, CW's new and mysterious male friend follows, wearing a chocolate-smeared apron and chef's hat.

"Ahhhh," says KS to herself. "James Beard."

"I heard that," CW smacks KS with a ladle. "It's not James Beard, guess again."

"Don't wanna," KS whines.

The bar bursts into the traditional Shipperville welcome home song. Streamers and balloons fall from a false ceiling, and the walls turn around to show an enormous sign. Kande beams and starts cutting the cake. Her SO hands out plates and tartan-themed souveniers. Det immediately takes to her new Brit friend and gets friendly. Real friendly. Embarrassingly friendly. CW has to hit her with a ladle too.

"Good cake," KS tells her and smiles broadly.

"I'd say," CW backs away. "You're wearing half of it on your braces."

KS puts her hand over her mouth. "Crap." Fortunately, she's saved from further embarrassment by the Dancin' Dana's in their new short kilts and the Red Speedo Revue in speedo's with the English flag on the front. And the back. While everyone's attention is riveted, KS motions to Bubba. She has to motion repeatedly before he realizes what she wants.

Bubba hands her a grenade.

"Floss, you ninny! I need some floss!"

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