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CHAPTER 5:
INTERMISSION 2: CAT OUT OF THE BAG

Shirley smiled as she looked over her friends. Babs’ jaw was on they ground and FiFi was fanning herself quite heavily. The contest was as good as in the bag.
Fifi was the first to speak, “Mon du.” she whispered, looking to Shirley with what could only be described as awe. “I do not know what to say Shirley. That was ‘ow you say, ‘hot stuff’.”
“I’ll say,” said Babs, “No wonder you’ve had your butt glued to those ice packs.”
“I know right. Who knew Plucky was packing.” Shirley said with a wince for effect.
Babs giggled, “’least we know what’s feeding that ego.”
All three girls took a sip of their drinks. For Shirely, the taste was that of sweet V8 victory.
“So what was the deal with all that stuff Plucky asked for?” Babs asked.
Fifi too urged her on, “Oui! Oui! Do tell! I ‘ave never ‘eard of such a thing.”
Shirley grinned, “Like-a girl’s entitled to keep something to herself.”
Babs put hands to her hips. “That’s playing dirty.” she said.
Fifi raised a hand, “Oui. But eet iz fair. You kept ze secrets too Babs.” then, after another sip of her grape juice, Fifi turned to Shirley. “But, I am ‘ow you say, confused. What iz zis bet you speak of?”
Both Babs and Shirley face palmed at the same time. The gig was up.
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A scowl masked Bab’s face as she turned to her her feathered companion, “Way to go blabber-beak. Tell the whole world why don’tcha!”
“Like-oops. My bad.” Shirley said, her previous bravado wilted.
Fifi giggled quite merrily at the exchange. “Now, now Babs, eet seems you are both keeping ze secrets from moi. Non?”
Both Babs and Shirley sighed and exchanged a wordless glance before Bab’s turned to Fifi.
“Okay Feefs, here’s the skinny.” she began, “Shirley and me kinda had this bet about which one of us could top your prom story.”
Fifi’s face when from smiling to mute astonishment.
Shirley then spoke. “We weren’t trying to be mean or anything, but you, like, —always— have these mondo wild stories about your dates.”
Babs nodded. “Seriously Feefs. Some of the things you’ve said you’ve done wouldn’t make it to late-night cable. We. We just kinda wanted to be in on the fun for once is all.”
Fifi pouted, then came the sniffles, followed by the welling of tears in her eyes, “Iz that how my two best friends think of me? As some, some, floozy?!” she said before sobbing into her lush tail. “Boo-hoo, Le Boo-hoo-hoo!”
Babs and Shirley shared another glance.
“You the left or right heel Babs?” asked Shirley.
“Feeling like a right heel. Shirley” replied Babs.
Both sighed and approached their weeping friend. Bab’s put a hand to Fifi’s left shoulder, Shirley the right, both looking about ready to join their friend in crying.
“Look Fifi. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean it that way.” Babs said, dropping to her knees on the grass. Shirley joined her.
“Like honest. We just, just wanted to, you know, not feel left out of the fun.”
Fifi looked up and tapped Babs’s nose and Shirley’s beak. There was not so much as a tear in her smiling eyes. “I was, ‘ow you say, just kidding.” she whispered.
Babs twirled a microphone out of thin-air. “Miss Loon. The envelope please.” she said.
Shirley proffered the envelope with flourish, before queueing up the drum-roll recording. Babs opened the envelope and read the contents with great deliberation.
“And the Oscar for best acting goes to…Fifi le Fume!” she finally announced.
All three burst out laughing. To tears no less.
“It would have probably worked if miss loose beak could keep a secret.” said Babs after she stopped rolling on the grass.
“Like, I said I was sorry Babs.”
“Oh do not be so hard on Shirley Babs. I already knew about ‘ze Bet’. I was wondering which of you would be ze first to, ‘ow you say, ‘spill ze beans’.”
Now it was Bab’s and Shirley who took their turn at mute astonishment.
“You knew? The whole time?” Babs asked, already turning a suspicious glare towards Shirley.
Shirley ignored it. “Like-how? I swear if Plucky’s been flapping his beak I’ll—”
“Hamton told me about eet last night.” answered Fifi, crossing one leg over the other.
“Who told Hamton?”
Shirley brought her hands up defensively, “Like, don’t look at me.”
“Oh he heard eet from Plucky and Buster.” Fifi answered again, relishing having the upper-hand on her friends.
“Hold on a minute.” Babs said, her smile becoming a frown, “You mean they knew about the bet the whole night?”
“Mmm-hmm.” nodded Fifi.
Shirley and Babs shared a sidelong glance. There was a brand new context to their dates. For Babs it was quite clear that Buster was more than a little prepared and that went doubly so for Shirley. Now she knew exactly why Plucky had gone the entire walk without putting one move on her.
“I do the green duck. You do the blue rabbit.” Babs said to the blonde duck.
“Deal. But, maybe go easy on the beak.” Shirley said.
Babs rubbed her hands together, her long ears looking quite devilish for a moment, “Didn’t plan on aiming that high.”
“Neither was I”
Somewhere in the school. A certain blue rabbit and green duck both shivered with sudden spontaneous dread.
Fifi tsked and brushed them both with her tail. “Oh come now girls. Eet was all in good fun. Non?”
Babs shook off her devilish visage. “You’re right Fifi. We’ll stick to their knees.”
“I make no promises.” Shirley said in a dour tone, “How’d you get it out of Hamton any way?”
Babs grinned and leaned into nudge the purple skunk “Was it the ‘fan dance’?”
Fifi set her juice aside, “Actually I have a small confession to make.”
“Lay it on us Feefs.” said Babs, already grabbing a bowl of Popcorn.
“Well you see.” Fifi began, “You girls did not have to go so far. Hamton and I, well, we did not do anything?”
Babs quirked a brow. “You’re kidding me.”
Shirley was just as surprised.“No fibbing Fifi.”
Fifi raised one hand and pout the other over her chest, “I swear on my Pepe Le pew hair braid.”
“Pass me another ice pack Babs. We’re going to need good seats for this story.”
And so Fifi began her story…
"Wekk after we splitup Hamton and I..."
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