#mentioned: mr. flicker brightman

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"Heatwave Blues" Clip

Five days.

Five days passed without Prim finding the need to be hammy.

It was also 4:30 in the morning.

Not much happens at 4:30 in the morning.

In fact, not a teenager was stirring (except Justin)-

*shut down noises*

*sniffle sniff sniffle sniff sniff*

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-scratch that. Now they were stirring.

“What’s going…” Molly groaned, waking up.

“...sounds like Twilla…” Peppermint sleepily murmured.

“MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! DAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Twilla cried out.

“It IS…” Basil groaned, reading under his Garfield-expy bedsheet. God, I’m sweating like a pig, under this thing…

He poked his head out of the blankets and reached for his water bottle.

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“Wha-” Mia groaned as she sat up. “Dear god…it’s hot as fuck…”

“THE POWER WENT OUT! JUST WHEN I GOT TO THE GOOD PART!” Justin swooned over the TV. “NOW how am I going to know if Kayla and Kyle get together despite the curse?”

“I’m sure it was just a bird on the satellite, Justin.” Jordan said.

“The heat says otherwise.” Hailey undid her hair curlers.

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“...what’s going on?” Diane poked her head out of her Solar Moon bedsheet, hair all disheveled and eyes heavy-

-which is odd for a humanoid owl.

Their bodies are meant to be up until 5 in the morning, at least!

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“...okay, who left the dragon enclosure open?” Tyler murmured, CLEARLY still asleep.

“Dragon enclosure? What planet are you on?” Michelle looked over, clearly pissed at being woken up.

Beat.

“Oh…”

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“Roll over, Ty…you’re snoring ag-” Flash rubbed his eyes tiredly before pausing. “Hey…who turned Rocket off?”

“Wasn’t me.” Hailey reassured. “I don’t even MIND the nightlight being on, if it helps you and Tyler sleep.”

“It does.”

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"Sleepwalk Your Way Into My Heart"

So…it was only night one of their camping trip…

And, naturally, nearly everyone was exhausted after a day of hard playing around a hearty dinner, not to mention the…action they experienced earlier.

So while Mrs. Brightman put Twilla, Olivia, Parsley and Ginger to bed, Mr. Flicker Brightman was starting a campfire cookout with Team Roboheart, Cayenne and Jake.

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“How’s the popcorn, kids?” he asked.

Flash was eating the HELL out of it. “It’s amazing, dad!”

“Good to hear, Flashlight.” Flicker ruffled his hair up.

“Daaaaaaaaaaad-”

“A dad’s job is mainly to embarrass you.” Molly giggled.

“Yeah, can confirm.” Justin showed some texts from his dad. “He’s spamming me with memes only a dad would love.”

“Oh lawd!”

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“Who wants to do some campfire songs?” asked a very excited Nicky.

“Knicky Knacky, we love ya, but it’s 7:30 at night. And we’re all pooped out from that riddle-thing earlier. And from having fun on the beach AND the card game after dinner.” Hailey said as she sipped some fruit juice.

“And we usually go to bed at 10. We got two and a half hours to spare. Your point?” Nicky didn’t seem to ‘get it’.

“...Well, at least we know they’re an owl.” Hailey didn’t know what to say to that.

“What Hailey means is, we’re a bit worn out.” Basil explained gently.

Nicky smiled as they stood up straight. “Oh come on, gang. One song? Juuuuuuuuuuust one?”

“Fiiiiiiiiine…but just one…” Basil sighed as he stood up, too. 

Cayenne giggled as she watched her big brother.

“Bun - galow, Bun, bun - galow,

Bun - galow, Bun, bun - galow.

Hey Basil! Hey Basil!

Let me see your bungalow,

Let me see your bungalow.”

Basil sighed. If it were to make Nicky happy…

…even if it had been YEARS since he’d partaken in the campfire song-and-dance…

“My hands are high, my feet are low

And this is how I bungalow…

This is how I bungalow…”

“His hands are high, his feet are low,

And this is how he bungalows!

This is how he bungalows!

Bun - galow, Bun, bun - galow,

Bun - galow, Bun, bun - galow.” 

“I wanna try!” Cayenne lit up.

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Nicky smiled. 

“Hey Cayenne! Hey Cayenne!

Let me see your bungalow,

Let me see your bungalow.”

“My hands are high, my feet are low

And this is how I bungalow!

This is how I bungalow!” Cayenne giggled.

“Her hands are high, her feet are low,

And this is how she bungalows!

This is how she bungalows!”

“I did it!” she cheered. 

“And you can do it all again tomorrow night, Cayenne. Time for bed.” Mrs. Brightman called out.

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“Okay, Mrs. Flash-and-Tyler’s mom! Night-night, Basil! Night-night, Justin! Night-night, Molly! Night-night, Mia! Night-night, Flash! Night-night, Tyler!”

“Now…”

“Almost done. Night-night, Arty! Night-night, Michelle! Night-night, Hailey! Night-night, Jordan! Night-night, Pepper! Night-night, Diane! Night-night, Nicky! Night-night, Jake! Night-night, Gidget! Night-night, Gadget! Aaaaaaaaaand night-night, Mr. Flash-and-Tyler’s dad!” 

“Goodnight.” Flicker waved as Cayenne FINALLY headed inside the cabin.

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“Phew…all those night-nights made me sleepy.” the six year old added.

“I know.” Basil yawned. “I can relate.”

“Me too. But it’s cute.” Justin admitted,

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