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Doofus glanced briefly at the security footage he had open on his tablet. He was composing a new album for him to play on his theremin, when he was alerted that he had guests approaching. He focused his attention on the screen for a moment, and a wide grin appeared on his face as he saw his favorite friend being dragged toward his treehouse by his brothers.
"Servants!" He called, and when they promptly appeared, continued, "My Friend Present is returning, fetch me his friendship bracelet at once." He shooed them away, ignoring their exchange of horrified looks before they ran off. His eyes were drawn back to the camera, zoomed in on the terrified expression his Llewellyn had on his face. Him and the other two were waiting outside the front door to his house, his Friend being hesitant to knock or make his presence known in any way (that he would logically know of, of course).
The servants returned with the bracelet, and he pocketed it with a hum. "See him inside, and bring him directly here. We can show him the beginnings of my latest compositions when he gets here." He spoke with a smile, directing the butler to get his Friend.
When the man returned, he brought all three of the ducklings. After regarding the two unimportant ones with brief annoyance, he turned to his Llewellyn with a bright, welcoming smile. "I knew you would be back," The other boy shrunk into himself slightly. Doofus skated up to him, bending down slightly to take the younger boy by his hands and guide him closer to the theremin, so that he could have a good view of the performance. The two other boys followed them. "You're just in time to see what I've been working on!" He reluctantly let go of his Friend and moved behind his instrument of choice, then clapped his hands to summon the servants. They shuffled into position, waiting for the music to start for them to begin dancing.
Before he even started playing, the blue brother (Bluey?) interrupted him. "We don't have time for that, we need to know-" His Llewellyn shushed him, a panicked look crossing his face. He looked back to Doofus with a nervous smile, prompting him to continue on. He shot him back a wide grin, beginning on his first song.
Every once in a while, one of the ignorant brothers would attempt to interrupt, and either himself or his Friend Present would gesture them to be quiet. Llewellyn almost constantly kept his gaze locked on him, only looking away when one of the brothers got impatient. After however long, Doofus finished his final song. "I call that 'Funtime Suntime'," He dismissed the servants, before pushing himself away from the instrument. "Anyway, you were saying?" He asked, beginning to skate about the room.
"We weren't," the red one said, irritated.
"You've been playing the theremin for an hour," the blue one tacked on in a confused tone.
Rude boys. They were lucky that their better brother stepped in. "Um, heeyya buddy! Yeahh, d- do you remember purchasing an old lamp recently?" He tentatively asked, putting his arms in front of his impudent siblings. How kind he was, even when they didn't deserve it. It was almost admirable.
"Hm, lamp? Lamp... Lamp.. Lamp. Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp, ..." He continued, going through an obstacle course of objects while he pretended to think. "Oh! You mean my syrup boat!"
"Yeah, okay, sure man, whatever," His Friend laughed a bit, as though nervous.
"You know, I just can't seem to remember where I've placed it," He tapped his chin, acting as if he were deep in thought. He drifted closer toward his Friend, slowly beginning to circle around him, forcing more space between him and his brothers. "I'd be willing to help you find it, of course..." He trailed off, pausing behind him. He ran his hands up and down Llewellyn's arms. "...If you'd be willing to set up a, ah, sleepover?" Permanent sleepover.
"That sounds simple enough, we can do that," The blue one stated, and the red one nodded in agreement.
"You misunderstand me," His Friend Present seemed to know what was going to happen, his eyes widening as he looked over to Doofus. He smiled at the boy as he continued, "I will only be needing one guest."
The two others shared a look of confusion, before seemingly coming to a realization and looking over to their youngest brother. "I mean, we need the lamp Louie, but it's obviously your choice," The red one told him.
"It is kinda your fault that he has it in the first place," Blue added.
Guilt is such a powerful tool. And he wasn't the one who had to use it this time. He watched as his Friend contemplated his options. He slowly came to the realization that agreeing was the best choice. A grin spread across his face.
His Llewellyn sighed, seemingly in defeat. "Okay, just show us where the la- er, your syrup boat is."
Doofus circled to be in front of his Friend Present, taking him by the hands and guiding him to the window. He gestured outside, where his syrup boat was lying on top of the trash can.
"It's in your trash?" Blue asked.
"Why not just refill it?" Red tacked on.
Doofus briefly wondered if they always finished each other's thoughts like they were doing now. He turned his attention back to his Llewellyn, who stood stiffly in shock as he gazed distantly at the trash cans.
"We are going to have so. much. fun." He whispered in his ear. "Well, I suppose you three should be going now," He announced at the same time the garbage truck came to pick up the trash. He reluctantly let the youngest of the brothers go, allowing him to catch up with the other two, who were already racing to get away.
He hummed, skating back to the theremin. He should really get back to work on his next song.