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Unicorn Hats and Carboard Boxes
3 ReviewsA mysterious cardboard box. A happy Mikey. This can only mean a few things.
Unicorn Hats and Carboard Boxes
Frank examined the cardboard package, picking it up from the doorstep.
"Who ordered stuff?" He asked, checking to see if it had somes sort if label, tag, something, not even a receipt was anywhere in sight.
"Packages? At this hour? What the-" Ray said walking to the door where Frank was sitting.
"I know. Do you think maybe a fan or something left them here?" Frank asked.
Ray looked at him incredously.
"Dude, we all have wives. Women like presents and shit, right?"
"I suppose, but," Frank paused, holding the bouquet upside down. "What's the occassion? It's not anybody's birthday or anything, right?"
Ray thought for a minute.
"I don't think so, I'll ask the guys later. I can barely remember my own birthday at the best of times," Ray joked.
Frank chuckled, and walked in with the box, setting it down on the worktop.
"Fans are weird these days, man," Frank said, opening the cupboard and grabbing a mug.
Ray scratched his head and sighed.
"Is that a note?"
A piece of faded white card was settled inbetween the two strips of tape in the centre on the side of the box.
"Oh, yeah, how did I miss that?" Frank laughed. He picked up the card and turned it over to the side with writing on it.
"It says some gibberish about unicorns, dude. Give it to Mikey," Frank shrugged, carefully sliding the note back between the tape and thrusting the box at Ray.
"Unicorns again?" Ray asked, taking the package from Frank's hands.
"No shit, I said unicorns for no reason," Frank said sarcastically.
Ray rolled his eyes and yelled for Mikey to come to the kitchen.
They heard a lot of thudding and running footsteps to the kitchen.
"There's a package, right?" Mikey asked excitedly.
Ray and Frank looked at each other.
"Yeah," They both asked cautiously.
Mikey squealed and clapped his hands, dancing around the kitchen.
"It came! Oh my God, YAY! Let me see it!" Mikey squealed.
Ray handed the package over to Mikey, and he ran out of the kitchen.
Ray was about to say something when they heard Mikey's voice.
"Oh, DUH. I need scissors and shit," Mikey ran back into the kitchen, holding the cardboard box carefully, and opened the cutlery drawer, setting the box down on the worktop.
"Aha!" he pulled a pair of scissors and a knife from the drawer.
"Mikes? What's in the box?" Frank asked eyeing up the cardboard box.
Mikey squealed again.
"You'll never guess what I found online!" He told the skeptical men standing behind him.
"Surprise me," Ray sighed.
"UNICORN HAT!" Mikey yelled, attacking the carboard with the scissors.
"Oh God," Ray said, walking out of the kitchen.
*A Little While Later*
"Aw hell, are you serious?" Gerard said, sipping his coffee.
"The dude's obsessed," Bob said dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
Just then, they heard a happy giggle coming from the hallway.
They all looked at each other.
"Oh my-"
Gerard didn't get to finish his sentence, as Mikey strutted into the kitchen.
And on his head, was indeed, a unicorn hat. Horn and all.
"Is this frickin' awesome or what?!" Mikey said, dancing around in a circle.
"I'll go with the last option," Frank said, sipping his coffee.
Mikey stopped dancing and pouted. "How could you possibly not like this," he gestured to his hat adorning his head. "This amazing hat! It's so cool...!"
He drifted off dancing, out of the room and away upstairs.
They all looked at each other desperately.
"You know," Ray said after a while. "Sometimes, I seriously think the kid needs help."
Frank examined the cardboard package, picking it up from the doorstep.
"Who ordered stuff?" He asked, checking to see if it had somes sort if label, tag, something, not even a receipt was anywhere in sight.
"Packages? At this hour? What the-" Ray said walking to the door where Frank was sitting.
"I know. Do you think maybe a fan or something left them here?" Frank asked.
Ray looked at him incredously.
"Dude, we all have wives. Women like presents and shit, right?"
"I suppose, but," Frank paused, holding the bouquet upside down. "What's the occassion? It's not anybody's birthday or anything, right?"
Ray thought for a minute.
"I don't think so, I'll ask the guys later. I can barely remember my own birthday at the best of times," Ray joked.
Frank chuckled, and walked in with the box, setting it down on the worktop.
"Fans are weird these days, man," Frank said, opening the cupboard and grabbing a mug.
Ray scratched his head and sighed.
"Is that a note?"
A piece of faded white card was settled inbetween the two strips of tape in the centre on the side of the box.
"Oh, yeah, how did I miss that?" Frank laughed. He picked up the card and turned it over to the side with writing on it.
"It says some gibberish about unicorns, dude. Give it to Mikey," Frank shrugged, carefully sliding the note back between the tape and thrusting the box at Ray.
"Unicorns again?" Ray asked, taking the package from Frank's hands.
"No shit, I said unicorns for no reason," Frank said sarcastically.
Ray rolled his eyes and yelled for Mikey to come to the kitchen.
They heard a lot of thudding and running footsteps to the kitchen.
"There's a package, right?" Mikey asked excitedly.
Ray and Frank looked at each other.
"Yeah," They both asked cautiously.
Mikey squealed and clapped his hands, dancing around the kitchen.
"It came! Oh my God, YAY! Let me see it!" Mikey squealed.
Ray handed the package over to Mikey, and he ran out of the kitchen.
Ray was about to say something when they heard Mikey's voice.
"Oh, DUH. I need scissors and shit," Mikey ran back into the kitchen, holding the cardboard box carefully, and opened the cutlery drawer, setting the box down on the worktop.
"Aha!" he pulled a pair of scissors and a knife from the drawer.
"Mikes? What's in the box?" Frank asked eyeing up the cardboard box.
Mikey squealed again.
"You'll never guess what I found online!" He told the skeptical men standing behind him.
"Surprise me," Ray sighed.
"UNICORN HAT!" Mikey yelled, attacking the carboard with the scissors.
"Oh God," Ray said, walking out of the kitchen.
*A Little While Later*
"Aw hell, are you serious?" Gerard said, sipping his coffee.
"The dude's obsessed," Bob said dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
Just then, they heard a happy giggle coming from the hallway.
They all looked at each other.
"Oh my-"
Gerard didn't get to finish his sentence, as Mikey strutted into the kitchen.
And on his head, was indeed, a unicorn hat. Horn and all.
"Is this frickin' awesome or what?!" Mikey said, dancing around in a circle.
"I'll go with the last option," Frank said, sipping his coffee.
Mikey stopped dancing and pouted. "How could you possibly not like this," he gestured to his hat adorning his head. "This amazing hat! It's so cool...!"
He drifted off dancing, out of the room and away upstairs.
They all looked at each other desperately.
"You know," Ray said after a while. "Sometimes, I seriously think the kid needs help."
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