EP.3 - YELLOW'S BIRTHDAY PARTY

After Yellow understood that the song “Yellow submarine” had not been written for him, he gave up with his project to became a submarine-pilot. It made no sense without a song or a boat named after him. He stayed put for a few days. His brothers and sisters knew his quietness meant there was cranky stuff rummaging in his rubber brain but they were just glad not to see him bumping all over the bathroom night and day. One day, finally,  he popped down. The rubber ducks on the shelf looked at him but he was oddly silent.

It was summer time and it was almost his birthday, well ….. his bros and siss' too.

Yellow was going to throw a birthday party.

The most beautiful party the bathroom had ever seen. Probably the only one a bathroom would ever see - all his siblings and friends thought.

It was an easy plan and surprisingly it worked out. For real. All the bathroom residents, ducks and no ducks, were invited. He filled up the bath-tube with water and a superb cinnamon scented bubble bath. They all were having fun surrounded by scented bubbles.

Centurion duck, the only one who could swim in all the bathroom, had to rescue some of his sponge friends (as soon as they got soaked, they started to sink) but this was the only jarring note in an - otherwise - perfect day.

By the end of the day, dispenser duck woke up from his nap. He’d been sleeping most of the day. In his defense, he’d been re-filled the day before and he felt a bit stuffed. He saw all of his friends in the bath-tube and decided to join them.

He momentarily forgot he was chock-full and plunged himself into the water.

He was so heavy he splashed violently against the surface of the water and sank. One of the waves of the tsunami discarded our poor Yellow away from the bath-tube, right in the corner between the wall and the washing machine.

Gosh, he hated that hellish appliance.

There was no way to retrieve the dispenser duck from the bottom of the bath-tube without emptying it. Yellow’s siblings searched for him but the gracious host was nowhere to be found. They were now mad at him because he had ducked-out (pun intended) when it had been time to clean up. They didn’t know he was nearby the washing machine trying to reach them.

It took him two whole days to reach his shelf. He was covered in dirt and pissed off. His rage wasn’t going to last tough.

When his siblings had come back on the shelf they belonged to, from their viewing point, they’d caught a glimpse of him behind the washing machine.

So, as soon as Yellow reached the shelf, they squawked “Happy birthday, Yellow” and gave him the "most gigantic" plastic cake he’d ever seen.

The way he almost melted Shakespeare duck’s tail with his so-not-made-of-rubber birthday candel (and almost burned all the house) is a story for another time. Actually, since Shakespeare duck is not aware of what happened to his tail it’s probably better to keep this story off record.