By Picklez again :P

CURRENT EVENTS BEFORE THE PARTY
- Puddle gave up on looking for Puddle
- They all learned how to dance (except DJ P-Storm)
- They all got fat on chocolate chip cookies

Picklez: *belches loudly*

Stormy: *mumbles something about unicorns and how they never get fat*

Night: *is doing jumping jacks* Come on, guys! Let's work some of that fat off! DROP AND GIMME TWENTY!

Puddle: SIR YES SIR *sits downs, writes a number 20 on a piece of paper, hands it to Night*

Night: 0_0

Hawky: I danced my butt off. I'm too tired to chase after it, especially after all those *hiccup* cookies...

Shads: COOKIES YUM

Sweet: *is hugging a tree* Guys I had four hundred and sixty five bottles of soda pop HAHA POP POP woo, this is fun...

Zar: And that is not good.

Picklez: Should we do something...?

Clover: Nah, she'll be fine.

Stormy: Eventually.

Sweet: I. NEED. ONE. MORE. COOKIE. *reaches for the pile of cookies that somehow managed to magically appear and refill itself every time*

Night: *swats it away* NU-UH, GURLFRIEND. YOU GOTTA LAY OFF DEM COOKIES.

Sweet: *starts crying* Haters back off, Night.

Picklez: Narwhals :3

Puddle: WE GOT SO OFF-TASK! WE NEED TO GET READY FOR THE PARTY THAT IS IN APPROXIMATELY 3.1415 HOURS!

DreamClan: OH NO *rushes to finish things*

Shads: I decided to supply everything since nobody decided to supply any of the things they implied they would supply. Hey, that rhymes! Rhyme. Supply. Imply. Nah, Rhyme doesn't fit. I like trains...

Clover: AM I THE ONLY SANE ONE IN THIS CLAN?!

Night: Nope! *drags in a small body-bag* I'm totally sane! *muffled scream comes from bag*

Zar&Hawky: ¿Que?

Puddle: *claps* They've learned so much from me!

Hawky: Cállate! Yo tener erudito el lote sin tú!

Puddle: Say what now?

Clover: SHUT UP!

Hawky: Tú cállate!

Clover: STOP SPEAKING SPANISH! WE'RE TRYING TO START A PARTY HERE, PREOPLE!

Hawky: Ser no el jefe de me! Tú necesitar a!

Clover: I give up. CUT!

And that is how Hawky confuzzled everyone by speaking Spanish, Sweet fell in love with a tree, Clover had a rage-quit, and they all lived happily ever after.

Not! Stay tuned for Part Five!

- Picklez