Dr. Von Handson is capable of many things, but blowing up America is not one of them. You couldn't even find a ray gun powerful enough, except with a three double X charger 300, which is only available at Walmart, on Saturn. The story is Sam Walton started Walmart. Not true. It was Sat Walton, from Saturn. Anyway, Von Handson has been taking a creative writing class with my friend Nancy, so he gets carried away on his stories lately. It's actually been good, knowing that if he's not doing that he's potentially hurting himself and others in his dangerous and eccentric experiments. So writing makes him kind of... think about scary things rather than create them.
All right, enough talking about that strange German scientist, now to the blog. As we went inside after the movie, we did a number of things, including going in the basement to play around and listening to annoying Tim Burton movies music, and asking Harriet and Henry if they liked each other, to which they replied, "NO GROSS" "I WOULD NEVER DATE HIM", "JUST FRIENDS", you know, the regular. We also discussed upstairs when we were trying to make a movie, that Harriet was born in Brussels and left England and Belgium for America at age 6, and is not really a citizen but has been on a special card. She described to be about the dingy little homes in London, and the culture and how she talks American. If you happened to look at her in the mall, or talked to her and asked her what time it was, she would sound totally American because she has grown up here. The only weird thing would be her English terms she got around the household from her parents. Until then in the sitting room, I didn't know that. I listened in awe as Mrs. Friedman frosted the cake. She talked about it like it wasn't that big of a deal, that what we were doing was better. It might be, but I was still very interested and amazed that in my school is a non citizen from England who is allowed to be over here!
All right, enough talking about that strange German scientist, now to the blog. As we went inside after the movie, we did a number of things, including going in the basement to play around and listening to annoying Tim Burton movies music, and asking Harriet and Henry if they liked each other, to which they replied, "NO GROSS" "I WOULD NEVER DATE HIM", "JUST FRIENDS", you know, the regular. We also discussed upstairs when we were trying to make a movie, that Harriet was born in Brussels and left England and Belgium for America at age 6, and is not really a citizen but has been on a special card. She described to be about the dingy little homes in London, and the culture and how she talks American. If you happened to look at her in the mall, or talked to her and asked her what time it was, she would sound totally American because she has grown up here. The only weird thing would be her English terms she got around the household from her parents. Until then in the sitting room, I didn't know that. I listened in awe as Mrs. Friedman frosted the cake. She talked about it like it wasn't that big of a deal, that what we were doing was better. It might be, but I was still very interested and amazed that in my school is a non citizen from England who is allowed to be over here!
It was pretty cool for me. I enjoyed asking about it as Henry sketched Harriet. She's a funny and nice girl. I look forward to being her friend in the future. We also later saw Charlie and Henry play fight in the bed, and hid all his ugly dolls around the room. Speaking of those, let me first say that Charlie wrote a letter giving sketches of new and interesting characters, like doughnut angels and many other funny and interesting stuff. On the day I was there he received a letter and his stuff back, and the typed letter said they liked his drawings, but the lawyers wouldn't let them use the characters in the brand, because some people might sue them and say it was theirs (like Charlie's). They were deeply sorry and encouraged him to draw more and be creative more. He was a little bummed, but happy they wrote a sincere letter directly to him, and knew it sounded genuine. He's thinking of framing it. So, Henry hated to open presents in front of the people who gave it to him because if it's a bad present he doesn't like to say it was good, and to smile and nod, and thank the person when you don't mean it. He also didn't want to open OUR presents, with us there. But Mrs. Friedman urged him, and said it would be rude to not open them in front, people like to see the reaction on the birthday boy's face when he opens their present. So, in the room, before his family was to arrive (his family arrives every year of his b- day). So we got the presents in the bedroom, and he got on the bed. I was a little anxious, was he gonna like it and thank me, or hate it and throw it at me or... worse. Only time would tell.
For some reason which I do not remember, I wanted to be last. I think it's because I wanted Harriet's to be known first, and for him to add it on, getting bigger along the line. Harriet wanted to be last also, for different reasons. We did a Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot! and I won. So I got last. Competing over last. I do not believe that has been done before. Oh well. Harriet had a littler bag with the blue stuff you put over it, and said it's bad 'cause she did it. She got him a small canvas, about as big as the circumference of my eye, and a mug which you can draw on with a sharpie and make pictures, on the mug. She also got him some duck tape, and paintbrushes. Utilities for an artist, stuff you can use. I was now sweating and hoping that my present would make the cut. Art supplies! Of course! Why didn't I think of that? Oh, I hoped I would be spared from the tremendous wrath of Henry, and I watched with fake casual delight as we opened it. He looked at the Poe book as I explained that I hoped he didn't have that edition, and I hoped some of the books in there he hadn't already read. He looked at the Freaky Field Trip as he said he had one of the same brand, just different title and book. He looked with interest as I said some of them I had already seen. He looked like he enjoyed them, but doodled on the mug a picture of Frankenstein. From me also he got an illusion pack, which he couldn't understand how to use. I couldn't either. Some things are just like that.
We did a number of things after, including hiding and scaring others behind couches or in rooms, Harriet and I scaring him the most. It was fun. Then his family arrived, first by ones and twos. There was a lady named Kate I had seen at the grocery store and at Henry's party last year, and some other ladies who were about her age I knew. A guy who was Mr. Friedman's brother, and Kate's son named Sam, and another ladies son named Alex. I think. I might be wrong. Sam was about 5,6, or 7, and Alex was about 13 maybe. I also met Buba, the nice old great grandmother, who spoke fluent Spanish, even around me. I didn't know what she was saying sometimes. As I met her and was asked to awkwardly hug her, she told me to kiss her on the cheek, which I did, embarrassed and alien to the practice. I think it was a little embarrassing, not knowing their traditions. After that, Harriet got a text from her Dad saying her Mom would pick her up, and that she hadn't seen her Mom 'cause she went across the pond on Christmas Break to take care of a dying grandfather. She said she works all the time, and that the break was her really only long vacation, and that had to happen. That's sad. Too bad.
We played downstairs with the nice Sam, and went into Mrs. Friedman's art studio, in the dark. The parents came down and I hid, not wanting to be discovered in the studio. I hid in a dark corner, out of light, while Mr. Friedman's brother looked in and talked. He asked for me, and I stayed where I was. I looked back with all of the stuff behind me, the canvases and desk in front. I saw D'Jango, their black and white cat behind me. It meowed. I had been avoiding it all day, because I am allergic to cats. It had stalked me by the staircase in the ceiling (like Alyssa's cat), and had been in Henry's old lair, a place where he used to pretend he was a wizard under the stairs, with potions and crystal balls. I now stared at this illusive and weird cat, and went out of the studio as I said hello to a few of the adults.
We all went back upstairs to eat dinner Mrs. Friedman had cooked, and found out after the dinner Harriet was leaving, for piano lessons. We went upstairs where everyone was gathered around, getting the different pizzas, sausage, cheese, peperoni, and other flat pizzas she had, plus the sides like salad and edamame, stuff like that. It was a good meal as we talked about different stuff, and some of the family members were by us. At the end of eating, all the adults around the kitchen, in the dining room and sitting room and us at the table, Harriet's mom, a pointy nosed blonde haired lady with glasses, came in and said she was okay with staying ten minutes. A meal was given as she stood against the the microwave. Henry and Harriet left to have time to say goodbye and have a little time to play as her Mom talked, ate and waited, and I asked her a few questions about England, how everybody was a little more polite in politics, the different dialects and stuff. I asked her about my favorite English show, Dr. Who. She said it was kind of like a cult in being that you can't miss one episode, and it gets carried away. She said it was the scariest thing on when she was a kid, which is funny because I make fun of their costumes and think it to be laughable.
We all went back upstairs to eat dinner Mrs. Friedman had cooked, and found out after the dinner Harriet was leaving, for piano lessons. We went upstairs where everyone was gathered around, getting the different pizzas, sausage, cheese, peperoni, and other flat pizzas she had, plus the sides like salad and edamame, stuff like that. It was a good meal as we talked about different stuff, and some of the family members were by us. At the end of eating, all the adults around the kitchen, in the dining room and sitting room and us at the table, Harriet's mom, a pointy nosed blonde haired lady with glasses, came in and said she was okay with staying ten minutes. A meal was given as she stood against the the microwave. Henry and Harriet left to have time to say goodbye and have a little time to play as her Mom talked, ate and waited, and I asked her a few questions about England, how everybody was a little more polite in politics, the different dialects and stuff. I asked her about my favorite English show, Dr. Who. She said it was kind of like a cult in being that you can't miss one episode, and it gets carried away. She said it was the scariest thing on when she was a kid, which is funny because I make fun of their costumes and think it to be laughable.
It was interesting to learn about Britain and their ways; it was a great and interesting learning time. Even though I haven't gone to different countries on this trip, I have learned about them from real citizens of them, having met a kid from Denmark at Ben and Jerry's, a guy from Quebec in Maine, and Harriet and her mother from England. Very interesting. Harriet did eventually leave, and I said goodbye to her, to see her again in 6 months or more. She's a nice kid, and a funny one. See you in Middle School, at Crabapple, Harriet! After she left, he blew out his white and black scary cake, me right beside him with Buba. I was glad to come to Henry's birthday party, although it was a little scary at times, and not exactly my choice of stuff to do. I had a great time, and I like being friends with that cool dude, Henry. He's awesome, in his own way. The cake was good; it was lemon cake. Mr. Friedman and his brother talked of a party they went to, and Mr. Friedman sang a funny song. Later Henry and I talked in his room, planning to do a video of Steven Spielberg's son meeting Tim Burton's son, and their rivalry. My dad said thirty minutes left when I went to the restroom, and we planned to make the movie in the time we had. But, sadly, Mrs. Friedman told Henry he had to open the presents, and so they went in the T.V. room and he opened them up.
He got a lot of art stuff, and also a middle school monologue, which had some funny ones in there. I looked in it a little, and Henry said, "Enjoying your present?" I apologized for hogging it and handed it back to him. He chuckled. Sadly, to my sadness, it took about twenty minutes for Henry to open all the presents, and so Dad came to the door at the end of it. I said goodbye to Henry as I was led out into the open air, as Dad and Mr. Friedman talked at the bottom of the driveway, Dad being in the car. I said goodbye and that I would miss him, and to have a good time in the second half of school. I then ran down, and thought this would be the last time I would see Henry for six months. But would it be...?
Dad and I drove home as I gave him the highlights, talking about the movie, what we did, about Harriet and her being from England. Sure, it was a little scary and a worrisome day, but I had a great time. We got home and I looked through my goodie bag with Julie, Rebecca and Mom right there, and saw a whoopy cushion among other things. Well, I talked until I went to bed, and had an interesting wonderful day. Goodbye, for now, readers. Thanks for sticking with me through three parts.
Von Handson's, where "chill is cool!" So cheesy,
Andrew.
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