Annette watched forlornly from far away as the ragtag group began to take part in the festivities.
Several other people from the city could eventually be seen in the fairgrounds. After enough time had apparently passed, the booths were eventually becoming opened as well.
“Well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere else…” Carefully, Annette stepped out from her hiding place, only to be sent back to it by a car suddenly whizzing by.
“Okay! Not yet,” she said as she sunk back into the bushes. “Don’t want to turn this into an impromptu game of Frogger…”
Kneeling back down, Annette continued watching the group. Soon, all of them split up into pairs and explored the grounds.
Happily strolling about the festival grounds, Shark held Sinbad’s arm as he rested his head on his shoulder.
“What should we do first?” There were so many promising booths, Shark couldn’t make a decision for himself.
Sinbad glanced around, before deciding on one of the game booths. Gently pulling him towards it, he paid accordingly to get a few baseballs to throw.
As he was doing that, Shark was marveling at the prizes hanging up and sitting about the booth. They all looked adorable to him, but also reminded him of the stuffed animals he had at home.
Shark was so entranced by them all, he didn’t notice when Sinbad ended up winning the throwing game. He was finally brought back to reality by something pressing against his face.
“Oh!” Turning to look, Shark came face-to-face with an enormous teddy bear.
“Here you go,” Sinbad said as he handed it to him. When Shark took hold of the bear, he snuggled it close happily.
“I don’t think yer supposed to be feeding the dog funnel cake,” Blaise said as Dennis ripped off a piece to give to Sagebear.
Dennis looked sheepish as he set it on the bench seat for her. “I know. But what harm can one little piece do?”
He then chuckled as Sagebear leapt up and snatched the piece of funnel cake into her jaws. Sitting back down, she proceeded to chew on it with vigor.
When she was done, Sagebear laid her paws up again, begging for another piece. As much as he wanted to, Dennis waggled a finger at her.
“Sorry, puppy,” he said with a tone of regret, “funnel cake isn’t good for you.”
Apparently displeased at this answer, Sagebear leaped up and grabbed the rest in her mouth, proceeding to run away with it.
“What the…?!” Blaise and Dennis then stood up to chase after her. “No, little girl! That’s for Grandma and Grandpa! Bring it back!”
Marc tried to avert his eyes at the sight behind him, turning his back for good measure. Harwood just rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“Come on now, Marc,” he said to get his son’s attention, “There’s nothing wrong with watching your father dance.”
“I know that! It’s just what you’re doing as dancing is creeping me out.” When he turned around, Marc covered his eyes save for a bit of it.
Admittedly, most men didn’t wish to see their elderly father twerking it in broad daylight. Harwood apparently couldn’t help it though. The music just seemed to be too infectious.
Soon, Marc was then relieved at Sagebear running by, with a funnel cake in her mouth. Dennis and Blaise were following her, shouting for her to stop.
This seemed to get Harwood to stop doing his embarrassing dancing, and look to see what the hubbub was about.
“Looks like the dog was still hungry from breakfast,” he said before the two of them followed after.
By the time Sagebear stopped running, she parked her rump in front of a photo booth. She wagged her tail when the other four approached her.
“Oh, well it’s about time, puppy!” Dennis said as he bent down to speak to her. “All right, give it here. Give the funnel cake to Grandpa.”
Sagebear gave it up without a fight. When Dennis saw the slobber marks on it, he just sighed and shook his head.
Seemingly trying to lighten up the bizarre situation, Sagebear turned and barked at the booth she was sitting next to. By this time, Shark and Sinbad ran up to the rest of the group.
“Jeez, guys! Where’s the fire?” Sinbad asked.
Blaise just pointed at Sagebear. “Her, apparently. She just wanted funnel cake that badly, I guess!”
Now Shark was staring at the photo booth Sagebear was shouting at. “Well, now I think she has a different idea…”
Annette now watched as Shark and Sinbad disappeared into a booth, still giddy over hearing her precious Sagebear barking.
“That’s so adorable! I have to go see her now…” Once again, she attempted to leave the safety of her hiding place.
Sadly, once again, she was stopped before she even got to the road. This time, it was because of a familiar bony hand on her shoulder.
Daring to look behind her, Annette saw a very angry Builder. As usual, they smelled of menthol and booze.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny, don’t you, dear?” Yanking her back to where she was, The Builder ripped open another portal, and pushed her back inside.
“I swear, Annette! It’s like I need to put a fuckin’ leash on you whenever we go anywhere!” They sounded more irate than usual, which was an unbelievable feat.
“Let me go!” Annette yelled at them, struggling futilely. The Builder just gripped her shoulder tighter. They then shoved her through, this time making certain she wasn’t getting away.
Sitting in the inside of the booth, Shark and Sinbad tried to figure out which settings they wanted.
“All right, so what would look best for both of us?” Sinbad scrolled through the options, eventually settling on something soft. “All right, it’s going. Come over here.”
When both men settled in, Shark grinned while waiting for the camera to go off. When it did, Sinbad and Shark leaned in and kissed.