Lumpy: *with a cake* Happy Birthday, Sara!! I brought cake! Wanna throw a party?
Nutty: I have the games! Sneezy and tickly games, of course!
Sniffles: I made a special sneezing powder!
Flaky: Uh, all the HTFS are here.... I guess...
And, we all have gifts! ^^
Sara: (tries not to sneeze)
Sara: Aaaaaaah... Haaaaaaaaaah...!
Sara: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTSSSSSSHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (a good amount of snot comes out of her nose)
Sara: (sniffles loudly and rubs her nose with her forefinger) ...Tissue, please?
Lumpy: (gives her a tissue)
Sara: (blows her nose weakly)
Sara: (wipes her nose with her tissue) I... I don’t feel good at all...
Lumpy: I see that
Sara: (lies down, sniffling constantly) I really don’t think I can throw a party this year...
Lumpy: (turns to the others) Sorry, guys... she doesn’t want a party.
Handy: Can I help ya? :3
Handy: Aw :c
Sniffles: (walks up to Sara, feels her forehead)
Sniffles: Oh no!! :c I think... I think you have a fever...
Sara: I can tell... (sniffles)
Sniffles: I’m so, so, so sorry!!
Sara: Me too... (sniffles, then sneezes again) HAAAAAAAAAAAATSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Sniffles: -Eeek! Gesundheit, Sara.. :c
Sara: (rubs her nose with her forefinger, blushing and sniffling)
Sniffles: (looks concerned)
Sara: Ugh. (sniffles)
Lumpy: (sniffles as well)
Lumpy: Uh, Sniffles? (sniffle) M-my nose tickles...
Sniffles: Oh my goodness
Sara: I think I know what that means.
Sniffles: You’ve caught the flu as well!
Sniffles: (his trunk starts to tickle)
Lumpy: (his nostrils flare up) I... I think I’m gonna sneeze...
Sara: (holds Sniffles’ trunk gently)
Sniffles: (sniff, snif)
Sara: Don’t sneeze, Sniffles... (sniffles) I’d rather see Lumpy sneeze than you right now.
Sara: (looks over at Lumpy)
Sara: (backs up) (thinking to herself) I’m almost afraid to hear his sneezes when he has the flu...
Lumpy: (rubs his nose)
Sara: (gives him a tissue)
Lumpy: (blows his nose in it)
Lumpy: (wipes his nose)
Sara: (puts her hand on his shoulder in sympathy)
Sara: You really need to get some rest, Lumpy...
Lumpy: (rubs his nose)
Sara: But that means you’re gonna have to go home
Sara: (starts to bring him home)
Lumpy: (sniffles along the way)
Sara: (arrives at his trailer, puts him to bed)
Sara: This is for the best. I’m sorry.
Lumpy: I-It's fine...
Sara: (returns to... wherever everyone else was too)
Flaky: W-Where is Lumpy?
Sara: I made him go home and rest up.
Sara: Why’d you ask?
Flaky: J-Just concerned....
Sara: (sarcastically) Of course.
Flaky: (does her trademark shy laugh)
Sara: (sniffles again)
Sara: I... I’m still sick... (sneezes mildly) Hahtchyew!
Flaky: Bl-Bless you..
Sara: (rubs her nose with her forefinger) This party is gonna suck.