“Slumberrrrrrr Partyyyyy!” Ian yells, bursting in the back door of Victor’s house, a huge backpack of toys and pillows on his back. He spreads his arms out and zooms around the kitchen, pretending to be an airplane.
Alvin follows his brother, laughing, his arms equally filled with supplies. Beta Edgar follows both, shutting the door behind them and giving Victor a cheerful nod, letting him know that all is well.
Victor smiles his gratitude and then kneels down, laughing with the boys. “What is all this stuff?” he says, taking an armful of toys from Alvin so that he can chase his brother.
“It’s our SUPPLIES,” Alvin says, unhelpfully, grinning. “Everything we need for the slumber party!”
“But you have toys here,” Victor says, confused as he looks through the assortment of toys, books
