In sashayed the first candidate, and everyone’s eyes popped out of their sockets.
“Huh? Are we hosting the Lakme fashion week here?" Lizzie said looking puzzled at Shibz as a woman paraded into the room in a long gown that swept across the floor.
"I am Maya Jaisingh!" she said, tossing her hair off her face.
"And I’m James Bond!" Shibani snapped.
“Did someone call me?”
A man with steely blue eyes wearing a tuxedo stepped into the room, and whirled around in a smooth move, pointing his gun at everyone.
“Whoa! You never said we’re gonna get attacked during this task, Shibz!” Pratz said to Shibz accusingly.
“The name is Bond. James Bond. And I take my martini shaken, not stirred,” said the man, blowing at the mouth of his pistol and taking off his dark glasses with a swagger.
“Mr. Bond. You’ll have to wait. We’re dealing with Ms. Jaisingh here first,” said Lizzie, pulling him away to the next room as he protested.
"You’d better watch that tone with me, young lady. I’m a pretty good avenger. You should be very afraid," said Maya, eyeing Shibz threateningly.
“Huh? Avenger? I’m lost. Have we switched fandoms? Or are we doing a crossover AU?” Moumita shook herself out of her stupor.
“It’s okay, Mou. Relax. Let’s give Ms. Jaisingh here a chance to tell us why she’s good for the job,” said Lizzie calmly.
Maya brushed aside her hair, showing off a long manicured nail.
“Why do all these people have weapons?” whispered Prats. “That one had a gun. This one has a nail the size of a dagger. Is this a birthday party or a battleground?”
Lizzie shushed her.
"I heard you guys are planning my fan, Tiara's birthday party and need help. There’s no one better than me for the job!”
"And what are you going to do? Plan for eight years and then burn down a dollhouse?" Shibani spoke with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
"Why you little..."
"Calm down, guys! Miss Jaisingh, do you have any ideas?" Lizzie jumped in to smooth the ruffled feathers.
"I need some time to come up with a plan!" said Maya, her nose in the air.
Shibani looked at Lizzie poker-faced. “Yeah, more like 10 years!”
"10 years?" groaned Sejal. “She can plan 10 birthdays then! Next please!”
Maya stomped off, and in a few seconds, the fire alarm went off.
"Pretty sure she lit a cigarette right next to the fire alarm." Shibani rolled her eyes.
“Or perhaps it’s just her hotness that set it off,” cackled Lizzie, causing everyone to gape at her and she cleared her throat awkwardly.
“Let’s have Mr. Bond come in,” said Prats, eagerly.
They called out to him, but to no avail.
“Probably knocked out with too many martinis,” sniggered Sejal.
“Or making out with all the willing and available female population,” said Shibz snidely.
Lizzie banged her head on the desk. "Oh, what are we gonna do? We need to get someone who can help us with the birthday!"
“We can help, and for cheap too. My psychiatric advice only costs 5 cents!” a disembodied voice spoke up.
Everyone looked around in fright to figure out where it was coming from only to sight two, tiny, two-foot individuals.
“Children!” Sejal threw her hands up in the air. ‘We’re getting children to help?”
“We’re better than grown-ups. My name is Lucy Van Pelt. I’m the best organizer this side of town, or that side, or any side for that matter. But don’t ask this blockhead who cannot even kick a football when I’m holding it down for him!”
“My name is Charlie Brown and in the Book of Life, the answers aren’t always in the back! And that which does not kill you makes you stronger!”
“Thus spoke Charlie Brown!” grinned Lizzie.
“Good grief! Now we’re dealing with philosophical 5-year olds spouting Nietzsche!” said Prats, holding her head in pain.
“I think you have to leave, Charlie Brown,” said Lizzie kindly. “You have too many issues and Lucy here is too full of herself!”
“All right, so now we’re back to square one!” groaned Prats.
“Looks like we’ll need Harry Potter to conjure up this birthday party with his wand and his spells!” said Mou in desperation.
“If only you ladies would actually do some work instead of waiting for magic to happen, this party would already be on its way!” came a sarcastic remark.
“Shibz, who’s that?” asked Lizzie, brows raised.
“Aditya Hooda,” replied Shibz.
“Great! Isn’t he one of Tiara’s favorites? Maybe he can help!” said an excited Mou.
“Yeah, we can use him to make the background decor look pretty if only we can get him to stop shooting off his sassy mouth every chance he gets!” said Shibz, saucily.
“This ought to be simpler! Maybe we’re just overthinking this!” Sejal mumbled.
“Dude, ‘overthinker’ is Tiara’s middle name,” said Prats, with a chuckle.
“And mine,” added Shibz.
“And mine,” Lizzie said with a sheepish grin.
“At this rate, Ms. Jaisingh and her 10-year plan are starting to look like our only option!” said Moumita in a mournful tone.
“Guys, we need a plan now!” Prats said in desperation.
“We needed one yesterday! Too late to plan now, we need this birthday to get underway fast!” Sejal quipped.
"Did someone say ‘fast’ and ‘birthday’ in the same sentence?”
A voice exclaimed near Lizzie's ear and she yelled in shock as a man materialized, seemingly out of thin air.
"Who are you?"
"I’m Flash and I can help you plan the birthday bash! Speed is my superpower,” said the man, zipping everywhere in the room with dizzying speed.
“More like his superpower is inducing vertigo in nanoseconds!” said Lizzie, holding her spinning head with a loud groan.
“I know Tiara is a fan of mine, so I'd like to do something for her. Plus, I have a daughter in the future, so I'll get some practice in planning birthday parties."
"Are you a seer too?" Prats asked, panting and clutching at her heart that was still beating alarmingly fast.
"Seer? No! I actually happened to go to the future and visit my daughter and wife, so I know of her existence," he shrugged matter-of-factly.
Shibani opened her mouth, all ready to grill him more, but Lizzie held her back.
"Ok, Mr. Speed,” began Lizzie.
“Flash,” he corrected gently.
Lizzie shook her head, blushing. “Oh, there are young kids here. I don’t think that would be appropriate!”
She was rewarded by a pinch from Prats. “Liz, his name is Flash!” she hissed.
“Ahh, okay okay yes! Have you had any experience in this area before, Mr. Flash?”
“Or are you just going to be another flash-in-the-pan?” sniggered Shibz which earned her a pinch from Prats too.
“No,” said the man smoothly. “But I can demonstrate my skills if you’ll allow me!”
“Go ahead!” said Sejal.
The room spun dizzyingly again and the ladies hung on tight to their chairs. When it stopped spinning they were awestruck to see everything ready for the party!
“Scroll to the next two posts and you will see all the messages and love people have sent for Tiara!"
"Wow, you are quick!" Lizzie said, totally floored at how fast the tasks were completed.
"Great, now I can relax and go back to eating my chizza,” Shibz said, reaching for her snack kit.
“And I can dance to my fav party songs! Thanks a meter, Flash!"
Lizzie said with a giggle and a blush. “You are kind of flashy!” She batted her eyelashes at him.
“Shhh, Liz!! Tiara is not gonna be pleased you’re flirting with her hubby!” whispered Prats urgently and Lizzie zipped her mouth at once.
Shibz said, “Okai! Let’s get this partaayyy going, folks and wish our dear Tiara a very happy birthday!”
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