Frieda cackled with glee as she smashed into Eric at the same time Spencer hit him. The three beginning their fun with the bumper cars; oblivious to the drama happening at the stage or at the police station. Hearing popping sounds earlier, they chalked it up to balloons being popped or a car backfiring; as the screaming from the dizzy rides not far off drowned out the sounds in the distance.
“This is sweet revenge Eric,” Spencer laughing; “it’s not often you get to plow into your mate.”
“Way to dirty this up,” Frieda shouting through the din; having to dodge and weave as other participants were also on the ride, trying to smash into her despite not knowing who she is.
“Oh there will be plowing later,” Eric sniggering; “just you wait.”
Eric had to put his carnal thought aside as once again he was rear ended by Spencer; yet Eric howls in glee as Frieda T-bones Spencer seconds later.
“Looks like the alliance died,” Eric laughing; “every one for themselves now!”
“It was an accident,” Frieda trying to hide her smile; “I swear Spencer.”
“Oh it’s on now,” Spencer whipping her bumper car around and lining up for a head on. Aiming for Frieda as she pressed down on the pedal; the car gets inches from her target when the electricity gets cut to the grid, ending the ride.
“HA,” Eric laughing; “you got denied!”
“No fair,” Spencer pouting; “I was so close to getting Frieda.”
“Close only counts in horse shoes,” Frieda sticking out her tongue as she gets out of the bumper car.
******
Brian Walker was feeling dizzy. Being made to ride the tippy cup rides over and over with Patricia as the were-beaver giggled with glee during the wild ride. This was the third time in a row he went on with Patricia and felt like hurling his breakfast up. If it wasn’t for the fact that breakfast happened hours ago; Brian would have made a mess, necessitating a need for the rides operator to shut down in order to clean it up.
“Please,” Brian pleading as Patricia rushed to the back of the line again; “no more tippy cups.”
“Are you feeling rumblies in your tummy,” Patricia smiling; “does my cute wittle otter need a wrest?”
“What I need,” Brian sitting down on the nearest bench; “is a chance for my equilibrium to settle, or I’ll start dry heaving.”
“How about,” Patricia whispering in Brian’s ear; “we sneak into the woods later for a little alone time.”
“What’s the catch,” Brian perking up at what Patricia had in mind.
“We take a spin on the swinging ride,” Patricia grinning at a less than enthused Brian.
*****
“Well that was interesting,” William walking with Martha as the nibble on some cotton candy. Both attending the stage announcement and watching the Crawford press conference blowing up in their faces.
“To think Nate was dating Kenya before meeting Jean,” Martha shaking her head; “you remember when we first met her?”
“Last Thanksgiving if I recall,” William answering; “she seemed polite then. Less fidgety then.”
“You noticed her squirming as well,” Martha pulling some spun sugar and putting it in her mouth; “and that was before that reporter dropped that prostitute bombshell.”
“I also heard her threatening to destroy Nate,” William growling; “that I won’t allow.”
“Well,” Martha stopping at one of the carnival games; “Kenya is going to be in for a fight. If she thinks Nate is going to roll over for her, then she is sadly mistaken.”
“You think we should warn him,” William noticing Martha eyeballing the fox plushie prize.
“When he comes home for family dinner,” Martha answering; “until then, let him and Jean enjoy their day. Now win a prize for me love,” Martha smiling at her husband.
******
Lila Knight joined with her brother Rick Carpenter were approaching Lance just as the Crawford announcement was coming to an end. With a caramel apple in one hand and a half eaten corndog in the other, she mumble something as Lance turned around to see his wife.
“What was that,” Lance looking at Lila stuffing her face; “I couldn’t understand what you just said there.”
“I said,” Lila swallowing; “what I’d miss?”
“My reporter destroying the mayoral ambitions of Kenya Adaeze-Crawford,” Lance responding; “So are you enjoying yourself?”
“If you think blazing a trail through the food vendors enjoyable,” Rick snorting; “then yeah.”
“I’m pregnant,” Lila rolling her eyes; “you’re not, so tough it out brother.”
“That shouldn’t stop you from going on the merry-go-round,” Rick sighing or the Ferris wheel.”
“Not with your children running Ester ragged,” Lila snorting; “If I’m going on those rides, it’s going to be with Lance.”
“Unfortunately,” Lance placing a hand on Lila’s slightly noticeable baby bump; “I have to head to the Gazette. After what happened, I need to confer with Ella Alyn over how she intends to proceed with Kenya engaging in a physical confrontation with her.”
“Ooooh I missed a fight,” Lila looking surprised; “did someone record it?”
“Lila,” Rick shaking his head; “this isn’t wrestling or boxing. No one is going to be filming it.”
“Spoilsport,” Lila pouting; “Are you going to be back to join me on the Ferris wheel later Lance?”
“I’ll try,” Lance smiling; “just try and not to stuff yourself silly with all the fried foods here.”
“No promises,” Lila kissing her husband; “come brother, let’s see what else I can sample before we rejoin with your cubs.”