Suddenly they heard a lyrical clatter. "That sounds like my metal mixing bowls. Peter we need to go down and see what is going on!"
Peter grumbled some. He had always known where Trixie got her curiosity. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Helen was more than willing to let him lead the charge in investigating mysterious events and he knew that he would get no more sleep until he solved Helens' mystery. They both put on their robes, and Helen huddled closely behind him as he opened their bedroom door.
Peter stopped short outside the bedroom door as he saw Trixie holding a baseball bat and Bobby holding his slingshot armed and ready. He held his finger to ask for silence and waived them to the back of the line.
Trixie whispered, "Watch out for the squeaky stair."
Peter nodded and stepped forward until he could see down the stairs into the kitchen where every light shone brightly.
Gradually, they became aware of garbled singing.
Moms pushed by Peter and called out, "Martin Belden. What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night? "
Mart shuffled his feet and looked up at Moms with no little bit of embarrassment. "I'm sorry Moms. I didn't mean to make so much noise. I just felt like making a pizza."
Moms huffed, "A pizza, at three in the morning? Have you been drinking?"
Mart puffed out his chest. "No Moms. But I could be drunk on love. She loves me Moms. Me! Diana loves me! I am going to make a pizza to celebrate.
As Mart finished gathering the ingredients he burst into song.
When the moon hits your eye like a big
pizza pie that's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've
had too much wine, that's amore
It was plain to the rest of the family that they would get no more sleep, and that this would be a memorable PI day.
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