Lucy's Journal

 

Lucy’s Journal – “Laser Beams and Talking Animals”

Dear Journal,

It’s me, Lucy — white and tan Shih Tzu, leader of operations, keeper of snacks, and apparently the only one in this family who knows how to behave in public (most of the time). Tonight was pure chaos, in the best way.

First stop: Laser Tag Arena.

Kiwi showed up first, flapping down from the rafters with her vest already on. “Lucy, this is it,” she squawked, “tonight we conquer the battlefield!” Peanut strolled in behind her, tail swishing like he owned the place. The Quackers waddled in last, helmets on sideways, looking like feathery little stormtroopers.

We split into teams:

• Me and Kiwi — the Speed Squad.

• Peanut and the Quackers — the Ambush Alliance.

The lights dimmed, the arena filled with fog, and suddenly it was on. Kiwi dive-bombed from above, zapping Peanut right on the shoulder. “DIRECT HIT!” she screamed. I darted around corners, tagging anyone who peeked out. But then the Quackers launched their secret move — waddling in a V-formation, quacking loudly, and blasting lasers in every direction. Peanut leapt from the top of a barricade like a jungle cat and scored three points at once.

When it ended, the scoreboard flashed: Ambush Alliance – 425, Speed Squad – 399. We lost by a beak. Kiwi swore the system was rigged. I told her we’d get them next time.

After all that running and quacking, we headed straight to the movies. Tonight’s feature: Dr. Dolittle. Kiwi insisted, “We HAVE to see this — he talks to animals. Finally, some representation!”

We snuck into our seats, but of course, the Quackers couldn’t just watch quietly. No. They ordered the largest tub of popcorn in the theater and started eating so loudly it sounded like a construction site. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. People turned to stare, but the Quackers just quacked at them mid-chew like, “What? You want some?”

Meanwhile, Kiwi had a giant soda almost bigger than she was. She wrapped her claws around the straw and sucked it down so fast the bottom made that awful slurrrrrp sound. The humans in the row ahead of us kept turning around, but Kiwi just shrugged and said, “What? I’m thirsty!”

Peanut was the only calm one. He curled up in his seat like a king and whispered, “Finally, a human worth watching. This Dolittle guy gets it.”

Me? I loved every second. Not just the movie, but watching my cousins act like total maniacs in public. At one point, Dolittle was giving advice to a squirrel, and Kiwi yelled, “YES, PREACH!” The whole row laughed.

By the end, we all agreed: Dr. Dolittle is officially on our “Approved Human List.”

Laser tag victory for Peanut and the Quackers, movie night chaos for everyone else. Another perfect family adventure.

— Lucy 🐾