"Don't ever call me 'Percy' again. Explain what to me?" Eliana turned to look at Percival as he walked into the room in a pinstriped suit and pink tie. His blond beach-boy hair was spiked, with a surprising and somewhat out-of-character streak of blue on the left side of his head.
"Sorry, Percy," Hayden said absentmindedly. "Anyone want pancakes?"
"Of course," Eliana answered.
"Sure," Addison chirped.
"Would someone tell me what is going on?" Percival asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Well, your lemur is intoxicated, but beyond that, everything is fairly normal," Addison answered helpfully.
"Pancakes?" Hayden asked.
Percival ignored him, rushing to Gregory's plastic carrier. The lemur blinked up at him dazedly, staggered a few steps, then keeled over on the bottom of his cage, snoring.
"He needs a doctor!" Percival exclaimed urgently.
Hayden stopped measuring pancake mix to look at Gregory. "Chill out, man, he's gonna sleep it off."
"That'll be some hangover," Addison observed.
"He needs a doctor," Percival said again. He surveyed his options: Hayden, Eliana, and Addison. "I'm not sure
he's awake," he murmured, watching Hayden pour soy sauce into the pancake batter. "The little one scares me," he went on, looking at Addison. "I guess she's the only one in her right mind enough to drive," he decided to himself, looking at Eliana. "You," he commanded. "Bring the car around. We must get to a veterinary facility."
Eliana raised her eyebrows. "Bring the car around from where? It's in the driveway. Anyway, just who is going to pay for the bill?"
Percival rolled his eyes again at the delay. "I'm the Prime Minister of Thailand's son, for goodness sake! Can we just go?"
"All right, all right, I'll drive you to the vet! What about Aunt Thelma?" Eliana asked.
"Still asleep," Addison answered. "Let's go."
They piled into Eliana's car; Hayden and Addison in the back and Percival riding shotgun with the pet carrier on his lap.
"This whole thing is unbelievable," Eliana muttered as she started the car.
Ten minutes later, they were standing in the waiting room of the vet office. The receptionist looked up and smiled, revealing two rows of braces with colored bands. "How can I help ya'll today?" she asked.
"First off, nice braces," Addison said. The receptionist beamed.
"Thanks. What's with the lemur?"
"He's, um, slightly inebriated," Eliana explained.
"Ok. I'll tell Dr. Quadrangle, and you'll need to fill out these forms."
The four sat down in the waiting room, which was decorated with artichokes and pineapples painted sporadically on the walls. Eliana began filling out the forms. Hayden, still in his pajamas, browsed a
Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Addison alternated between looking over Hayden's shoulder and poking Gregory for some kind of response. Percival was occupied with slapping Addison's hand every time he tried to touch Gregory and answering Eliana's questions.
"Has he ever had German measles?"
"No."
"Mumps?"
"Once."
"Epileptic seizures?"
"He's on meds for them right now," Percival answered.
"Quite a medical history," Eliana commented. "Here, it needs your signature."
Percival signed and Eliana took the clipboard back to the receptionist.
"Dr. Quadrangle will call you when he's ready," the woman said. Eliana returned to her seat, but it was not long before Dr. Quadrangle poked his head around the corner.
"Gregory?" he asked.
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Sorry about the delay; I've been busy with ruling the world and doing all the other amazing things I do on a daily basis (piranha hunting, mining for diamonds, climbing really tall bookcases; you get the idea). I will leave you with this wisdom from Mark Twain: "Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint."
Ciao.
This is the Celtic Thunder impression, specifically Paul. He needs a smaller mouth.
This is for Ally. In honor of the Jane-Eyre-Duck-lips-experience from Lit class.
This is a very realistic depiction of our friendship. 'Nough said.
Secret agents. Wait...we weren't supposed to tell! We'll have to go into hiding.
And this is why Rachel is my only friend...
I am a monkey. Specifically the one from Lion King. With the red nose and blue rear-end. Nevermind.
Oh, yeah, Bianca is the aforesaid monkey as well.
She's taking flying lessons. Bear with me.
She's also enrolled in a manners course...but it hasn't been going too well. She has been diagnosed with OMS. Ouch, Rach. Ouch.
And at the end of the session...well, it was just too much. She passed out. I could only look on in horror. She's dead. :D
