The Bicentennial Revelry - I

An extremely prosaic and mundane afternoon had me regarding the inscrutable clock wearily, pondering over perhaps one of the most baffling mysteries, as to when dejeuner would be served. The hush was precipitously tarnished, the unremarkable sound of the doorbell reverberating through the large leeway.

Twisting sluggishly to get an ameliorated view of the entryway, my eyes went round, startled to behold the sight of a cardiac infarction-inducing surprise bicentenary celebration.

The crafty clique of a quintuplet, in league with the scheming matriarch, had been silently piecing it together epochs prior to D-Day (or more likely, a septenary before it).