Party time!
Dec. 10th, 2015 01:00 pm“Get out of the way!” Napoleon shouted.”Clear a path!”
If it wasn’t for the fact he was at the annual headquarters Christmas party being held in the gymnasium, people would have gone on instant alert.
The lights were turned down low to let the spotlighted glitter ball reflect throughout the room and colorful holiday lights twinkled on a rather large Christmas tree set up in one corner. Beneath it had been piled wrapped packages for Santa to give out when he arrived, but apparently one had been opened already.
The holiday cheer and champagne punch were flowing, the music was blasting as the pickup band who were calling themselves ‘The Bird Watchers,' and with Mark Slate singing lead; they belted out their version of a song called ‘Do Wha Diddy.’ The song had been in the number one spot on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 in October of last year.
Apparently the band was in on what had just happened and were somehow prepared with alternate lyrics...
“There he goes just a runnin’ cross the gym, singin’ Do Wha Diddy, Diddy Dum Diddy Do.
Shoutin’ out orders just as snappy as can be, singin’ Do Wha Diddy Diddy Dum Diddy Do.
He looks good, (he looks good) he looks fine (he looks fine)
Solo’s on the ladies’ minds…”
Napoleon didn’t hear a word of their little tribute to him as he was chasing his partner through the crowd on the dance floor.
“Kuryakin I swear I’m going to get you for that!” He called after the Russian, who as usual, managed to disappear without a trace...for the moment.
Apparently the usual mischief had already begun, along with the party. It had something to do with a photograph George Dennell had procured for him.
(OKAY- someone pick up where I left off!)
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Date: 2015-12-10 06:20 pm (UTC)I only hope I don't break into it at an inappropriate moment.
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Date: 2015-12-10 06:27 pm (UTC)