Sorry it's a bit late! Mom wanted me to clean some stuff.
Chapter 33
"No!! Darn it!!" I yelled.
"What Sunny?" Damo asked.
"That's one of me cameras with the 3G SD card!!! Paul, put it down!!"
"Yer air instruments were funny, love!! Besides, yer family and friends have good singing voices." Keith said.
"Sunny, it's alright." Jessica said.
"At least we weren't doing The Lambada aka The Forbidden Dance" Janey added. (A/N: I saw part of an old 80's movie and the scene that was playing was a couple dancing The Lambada. I then looked it up, here is the link to the info.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lambada )
"True." I replied.
"Sunny, I haven't heard of The Lambada. What is it?" Aunt Sharon asked.
"Can ye show us?" Paul asked.
"Aunt Sharon, The Lambada is The Forbidden Dance for a reason. The dancers are only apart for a few seconds, and usually the dresses are, well, not exactly covering and very short. No Paul, I will NOT show ye!" I said.
"Why not, love?" Keith asked.
"I just explained to Sharon why I wouldn't, Keith! LopISop, I AMop TopHopISop CopLopOSopE TopO KopICopKopINopGop TopHopEMop!!!! (Lis, I Am This Close To Kicking Them!!!!)"
"SopUNopNopY, CopALopMop DopOWopNop!! ( Sunny, Calm Down!!) " Felicity said.
"There ye go, talking in another language again!" Damo said, annoyed. "Why can't ye speak English!?"
"I am. It's backwards though. Sort of like mirror handwriting, only spoken." I said. (I don't want him to figure it out, so I'm throwing him off the trail, because it isn't backwards.)
"Oh." He said.
"Stray Cat Strut by Stray Cats is next!" Dom said. "Let's just sing Sunny and then we can argue."
"Fine, Fine." I huffed.
It's pointless to argue with me family!!
"Stray Cat Strut" by Stray Cats
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat,
A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Meow!
Yeah, don't cross my path!
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley way looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry,
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy.
I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style."
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley way looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry,
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy.
I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style."
Before the song began, we grabbed sunglasses and put them on.
Paul was still filming.