As if by magic, here it be!
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Chapter 12: A marriage…
The sun peeked out around the corners of white clouds, seemed to look right and left, then burst out full, shining on the smiling world below. The church steeple rose tall and white, stretching up into the sky. There were bells, and flowers.
Vic stood in front of a mirror, pulling at a stiff tie. Why did he have to wear the stupid thing! On the other hand, from the side, his profile was rather…
The door banged open, and Mother stood there. “Vic! Help me. This is important. My hair, is a mess. I can’t…”
Vic stepped up to her, and put a hand on her shoulder. He lifted the buttonhole flower from his jacket, and placed it in her hair. “Mom,” he said. “You look perfect.”
In another part of the house, Vibs was walking around Viq critiquing his clothing. “Look!” She said, pointing the finger. “Dust! On your jacket.”
“Where, I don’t see any…” Puff! Ok, so,
now there was dust. “VIBS!!!”
Vibs crossed her arms. “See, I told you that you should be matching me!!! After all we are the bridesmaids!” She flaunted her pink dress. “You should defiantly match.”
“No, I…” Puff! Suddenly Viq’s baby dicky-suit was replaced by a pink ruffs-and-cuffs floppy shirt and baby trousers.
“Better!” Vibs said! Puff! Her dress turned into ants. “Aaaaaaaah! VIQ!!!”
“Better,” Viq said. “Haha!”
Puff! And in a tickle of pink light, The Fairy Godmother appeared. “Now, you two, this is not the way to behave on your parents wedding day.”
“But Angie!” Vibs said.
“Don’t you ‘But Angie’ me young lady, I’m well practised in working with far stronger personalities than your own.”
Across the road, Izzy fixed bows into her girl’s hair. “Now, we are going out in public, so you must appear in your human form until after the wedding.”
“Yes Mummy.”
“Yes Mummy.”
“Mummy, can we have a wedding one day?” Tabby asked.
“One day,” Izzy laughed. “Maybe.”
At Wilson’s, Mr Harvey flapped. “Suzan said that Bob said that you said that he was meant to be best man, but now it appears, he can't get here."
Father frowned. “Perfect,” he muttered.
“The best laid plans of mice and men,” Harvey said. “Or, the plans laid of mice and best men.”
Father suddenly laughed. “I’ll pick someone better then.”
“Is there a better than best?”
“Sure, bestest. Harvey, will you be my bestest man?”
Harvey opened and shut his mouth, before he could answer Suzan appeared, and handed a note from Management to Father. “What! On my wedding day? ‘Dear Harvey and Moppets, best wishes on your wedding day, we regret that we cannot attend. Good luck. And we are in negotiations to enter the Miniature Horseshoe business, so if you happen to catch any miniature horses, LMK ASAP. RSVP. Management.’”
Elsewhere, DanDan placed a veil over his foot. “Here comes the broccoli,” she sung.
In her flat, Miss Mingostone stepped along the carpet, and lifted the door latch. She pulled the door open. Paused. “Jack.”
“You’re not dressed!” Jack said. His face, as ever, was grinning, and today he looked especially smart, hair slicked back, beard shaved, a black jacket, and green tie accenting a white shirt.
“What? Why?”
“The wedding!” Jack flashed an invitation. “You know, Christy, Bo. Ding dong wedding bells.”
“I’m not going.” She looked down at the yellow socks on her feet.
“Sis…”
“Yeah, Jack?”
“You don’t want to miss this.”
“Jack they hate me!” she said suddenly. “They will never forgive me for what I did. I
caused this wedding!”
Jack shook his head. “No. Liza. Love caused this wedding. You just brought it to pass. Trust me, you do not want to miss this one.”
“But, I…”
Jack moved past her. “I’m gunna find you something to wear! Make some coffee.”
Back at the Moppet House, Mr Cole pressed a finger to the doorbell, and the door opened immediately, revealing Mother, dressed in a simple but elegant white dress, a flower in her hair, and a certain smile on her face. “Ready to leave?” Mr Cole asked.
“Defiantly,” Mother replied. She fingered her engagement ring.
“The car arrives when?”
“The car!” She knew she’d forget something. Drat. Drat. Drat.
The Fairy Godmother flew past her, holding out a hand. “Whatever you do, do not panic. In that dress you are liable to hyperventilate yourself.”
Dog stuck his head out the door. “Arf afll pazaf farn?” Interprited: I could call the pizza van.
Vic ruffled his fur. “Then we could kidnap the driver, and head to the church! Great idea!!!”
Mrs Cole and the kittens stepped daintily across the road. Izzy stretched up into her human form. “Why not take the...” she began, but was interrupted by the Dog rushing past her to chase the triplets.
Mr Cole clicked his fingers and a cage appeared, trapping the Dog. The Dog whinned, "Arw!"
Fairy Godmother narrowed her eyes. “Where I come from that is known as cruelty to animals.” She flicked her wand, and turned Mr Cole into a cage, frowned, and turning him into Nicolas Cage.
Mother stepped forward angrily. “We do not have time for this! I am already going to be late for my own wedding!”
A screech of brakes, the smell of rubber, and a limo pulled to the curb. The window rolled down. “Physic Limo Driver at your service,” said the man from inside. “I decided to go back into business.”
At the church, the minister paced. She did so hate weddings. They made her shudder at the very thought. Of course, they were ok if ever anyone arrived on time. But so far the church’s only inhabitants were a Yak, a Bigfoot, an elderly lady, the organist, and herself. Where, she asked herself, were the couple when she needed them!!!
Suddenly, the wide doors banged open, and a millionaire-looking man in a suit and cuff links entered. “I tried to ring for a reservation,” Don Canolli said. “But…”
“Shhh!” The organist hissed.
Don muttered, and took a seat, and was joined by the formidable Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.
Elsewhere, Jack pushed open the door of the flat. “Come along, sis.”
Miss Mingostone was dressed in a bright, low-cut yellow dress, her hair swept back, and yellow high-heels. “Jack, no, this is not a good idea.” She put a hand on his arm, pushing him away from the door. “Look, I’m going back inside.”
She heard the intercom, and pressed the button. “Hello?”
Hevej stood at the other end of the intercom. “Miss Mingostone,” he said. “I thought you might need a lift.”
Jack grinned. Mingostone shot him a fierce look. “You knew about this?”
“I guessed.”
Hevej’s voice sounded through the intercom again. “Are ya comin’ down or what?”
When Mingostone reached the outside door, she stopped suddenly. Father was there. Jack ran into the back of her, and she stumbled out the door.
“Mr Moppet,” she said. “I…”
Father stopped her with a hand, and spoke himself. “Miss Mingostone,” he said. “Mother and I will be taking a honeymoon for a week. I’m looking for a Nanny.”
For a moment she didn’t believe it, then the smile spread slowly across her features, from ear to ear. “You really mean that?”
Hevej poked his head out of the window of a car double parked on the street. “Moppet old man, you are so gunna be late!”
Father, Liza and Jack ran for the car, as a short distance away the psychic limo driver pulled away from the Moppet Family drive.
Don Canolli flipped through his pocket-diary trying to figure out just how much he could have made had he not been waiting in the church for…
The sound of car doors slamming stopped the train of thoughts.
Outside, Father leapt out of the car and ran towards the church. A limo pulled up behind him. He turned. Mother stepped out, a vision in white. Father stopped, walked towards her. She moved towards him. The others crowded out of the cars, the cats running underfoot, the fairy fluttering out the sunroof.
“May I escort you inside,” Father asked. He held out his arm, and Mother rested a hand on his elbow.
“Certainly,” she said.
“Right, fine,” The minister muttered, slamming shut the large Bible on the communion table. “If they cease to arrive, I have more profitable acts of charity I must be about.”
The Yak stood up, grumbling. “All that wait for nothing.”
The huge church doors swung open wide, banging against the stonework, and Mother entered on Father’s arm, their faces radiant and bright. The minister stepped back onto the platform. Vic came next, holding the twins hands firmly. The fairy follows closely, fluffing the twin’s hair as they walked. Mr Harvey and Suzan come after, with Adam, Izzy, and the girls. Miss Mingostone hung onto Hevej’s arm behind the procession.
The minister mumbled something, then quickly pointed to the organist. “Quick, play, play,” she hissed. The organ resounded with the wedding march as everybody took their seats. And finally there was just Father, and Mother beside him. And the minister speaking solemnly. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life. Do you, Beauregard Parker Moppet…”
And as she spoke, Adam Cole glanced across to Izzy. He whispered the words along with Bo.
“I do.”
“Do you, Christy…”
And Hevej looked at Miss Mingostone. Their eyes met for just a second.
The minister’s voice broke through again. “Do you have the rings?”
“Yes, of course, they’re just…” Father felt in his pocket. “Here, er, yes, here. Wait, where are they?” He instinctively looked at Jack.
The minister put her hands on her hips. “Oh for pieties sake, now where are the rings?”
“Here!” The doors banged open again, and Kyle changed down the isle. “Sorry, I’m late, I stopped at Wilson’s for a lift, but you’d gone, and, I found these.”
He handed the rings to Father.
The rest of the service was peaceful enough, except for when Dan-Dan suddenly leapt from the balcony screaming that he/she/it had a reason for them not to be wed. “Father stole my space-hopper!”
And afterwards, after the food of which Don Canolli helped himself masterfully, after the cake Miss Mingostone whipped up from a just-add-water-wedding-cake-powder-sachet, and after the twins had fallen asleep, and Dog had scarfed the cake, and after it all, Mother and Father left quietly.
They took a taxi to the quay, and stood beside the sea, hand in hand. The cruise ship would not be there till morning, but they didn’t mind. They found the bench, and sat, together, for eternity.
Father slipped off his coat, and placed it over Mother as a blanket. “Christy..."
"No," she said quietly. "Don't think."
Father looked out into the deep wideness of the streatching ocean. "We'll be together for always now," he said. "Won't we."
Mother grinned, and then laughed. "And more, if I get my way!"
And their laughter floated out to sea where a man, by himself, sailed a sail-boat away over the waves.
THE END