Party for Arty

Written on July 8th, 2007 by Holly S.

Story Details

  • Category: Funny
  • Author: Holly S.
  • Word Count: 542
  • Read 186 times
  • 5 votes, average: 3.6 out of 55 votes, average: 3.6 out of 55 votes, average: 3.6 out of 55 votes, average: 3.6 out of 55 votes, average: 3.6 out of 5 (5 votes, average: 3.6 out of 5)
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Juliet Butler scurried around Fowl manner, shouting out instructions to anyone who would listen. She had decided to throw Artemis a suprise party for his sixteeth birthday, and she had managed to get the help of Mr and Mrs Fowl, Holly (who was disguised as a human) , Minerva, the twins, and grudginly, Butler. Butler was sorry he had ever said “yes”.
“Dom, hang those streamers will you? No Beckett, we can’t have the cake now we have to wait.” Juliet was screeching. “Ok everyone we have twenty minutes before Minerva brings Artemis home.
Beckett, Myles, you two need to finish that banner. Mr and Mrs Fowl, you’re in charge of keeping lookout for Artemis. Holly you’re in charge of decorating the lounge. Dom, you get to frost the cake.” And, with that, she scurried of to do something important.
Butler walk slowly to the kitchen. He loved his sister dearly, but sometimes she really got on his nerves. Why did she have to pick him to be cake froster? Why couldn’t have Holly done it? Why had she decided to have a surprise party in the first place? When he finally reached the kitchen, he realized that Juliet hadn’t told him where the frosting was. So he spent about five minutes looking for it. When he had finally gathered everthing he needed (or thought he needed) he started scooping frosting out of the container with the knife and making big splotches on the cake. After the cake was realativeley covered in splotches, he decided it was time to decorate it. Just as he started to raise the can of sprinkles (and had started having fun), Juliet walked in. When she saw the cake covered in untidy gobs, her face turned white then red. “What have you done to it?” she wispered. Then with slightly more voulume added. “didn’t anyone ever teach you how to frost a cake?” After about three very akward seconds, Juliet grabbed the sprinkles out of Butler’s still raised hand, and procceded to even out the frosting on the cake.
“You have to spread it.” Juliet told Butler, using the tone of voice that most people use with two year olds. Then Juliet kicked Butler out of the kitchen to “go do something useful”. Butler slowly walked away to help Beckett and Myles.
Artemis had had a vey nice time with Minerva, and was looking foward to a nice relaxed night at home. They had spent the day traveling to all their favorite places in the town closest to Fowl manner, and Artemis had had a good time showing Minerva around. Since Minerva was very good at keeping secrets, Artemis had no idea the horror that awaited him.
As the cheuafer pulled up the driveway, Minerva could not contain the small fit of giggles that escaped her lips. Luckily for her, Artemis was to busy lecturing her in quantom physics to notice.
When Artemis got inside the house, all the lights were off and no one answered him when he called. He turned to Minerva, suspicious. “What’s going on” he demanded. Minerva tried to look as inoccent as possibe. Artemis walked into the lounge. Suddenly the lights were turned on.

“Surpise!”

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8 Reviews for “Party for Arty”

  1. lil.arty Says:

    cool fic, i never new juliet was so bosy,
    is there gonna be more?

  2. Holly S. Says:

    Maybe, If i come up with more ideas for it.

  3. tardyarty Says:

    nice fanfic and i argree with lil arty who knew Juliet could be so bosy

  4. holly Says:

    finish wat happens in party! otherwise, it funny!

  5. elfreda Says:

    is miverpoo in LOVE with arty?????????if she is……..CHANGE IT TO HOLLY AND ARTY!!!!!!!!

  6. Holly S. Says:

    Sorry, but I’m not for that ship. I’m more of a H/T shipper.

  7. elfreda Says:

    nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my life is OVER i am doomed noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

  8. elfreda Says:

    sorry for da long page…..

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