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Is that Mallew frantically darting around his mansion, trying to remember where he was stashing the stuff he had already bought for Dana's birthday whilst frantically calling/trying to contact his alternate selves to try and set up an impromptu party and/or gifts for their beloved bae? Yes, it is. Might be best not to bother him, currently, he's a tad stressed. Just a tad.

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Okay: progress has been made. There's a cake in the oven, what gifts he had set aside are now wrapped, and he can always make up the difference value-wise with a Gamestop gift card or something, right? Dana has a Switch, that should do just fine... Okay, okay, do NOT panic: you've got this handled, Mallew. None of the other Mallews have responded to your message but hey, what else is new, right?! You've got this, you've got this COMPLETELY handled. 100% handled. No panicking necessary. Nothing can go wrong, he's got this. 100% handled. No panicking necessary... HELP.

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*filled the gang’s house with very fluffy hamsters.*

Arthur yawned, stepping up to the apartment door after a long day at work, amber eyes drooped tiredly from a long, busy day...So tired was the mechanic that he didn't particularly register the loud yell of warning from within him and his friends' shared apartment, him opening the door without hesitation, and, well...There were several hundred hamsters now scampering down the hall, many more tumbling out of the door and slithering away as Arthur looked into the room beyond, Mystery's head popping up from a sea of small, fluffy rodents, Lewis' skeletal form also appearing as the deluge slowly flowed out into the hall, the spirit casually taking his off his skull from atop his shoulders and emptying a hamster out from inside of it as Arthur stood in the doorway, a bit stunned."...anon magic?""Yep!""Yup."Arthur let out a low, impressed whistle, slowly making his way inside as the wave of rodents slowly susided, the man looking around at the tussled carpet, the misplaced furniture, the general chaos and mess of the apartment around him, Lewis emptying his hollow body in one corner as Mystery coughed up a rather perturbed hamster in the other."Jeez, how are we gonna explain this to management," groaned the ghost, planting his skull back on top of his head."I dunno," Arthur mused, "maybe blame it on the vents or something? Some sort of infestation? Seems like everyone on this floor is going to be dealing with a bunch of hamsters in their apartments now and-" A thought struck Arthur out of the blue, the man running for his room at lightning speed, rounding the corner with a graceful turn, and practically diving past his door, searching for one thing and one thing alone...And, thankfully, he found it."Oh, thank God," the man sighed, approaching his thankfully still firmly closed hamster cage, it's inhabitant more than happy to see him as he opened the lid and lifted her out."How's it going Galaham?"The hamster sat comfortably in his hands, gently nuzzling against him as he brought her up to his face, the man giving her gentle scritches as he continued, relieved:"Glad your cage didn't get upturned and you didn't get lost in the crowd there, I would've died of worry..."Arthur turned as Mystery strode into the room, the kitsune shaking from nose tip to the tip of every tail, a few more hamsters shaken out of his fur, the fox spirit centering his glasses on his snout with one paw as he explained:"I've taken care of the management: as far as the landlords can remember, the hamsters appeared out of nowhere, and from no apartment in particular...that being said, there is one person we do have to be concerned about.""Oh yea, who?""Vivi."There was a moment of stone-dead silence, then sudden, panicked motion, Galaham brought along for the ride as Arthur went skidding back into the main room: it was him and Lewis' turn to clean the apartment, and the place was practically a junkyard right now.Quickly getting to work, the two men bolted along the apartment at high speed, getting everything fixed up, Mystery casually plucking Galaham from Arthur's shoulder and sitting on the couch with her as the two men worked, the kitsune and the hamster quite enjoying the spectacle.Perhaps today wasn't so awful after all.

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*Tiny anon watches the chaos she caused* "Yep. He's going to kill me. This is how I go this was totally worth it xd Artie pls dunn kill me I didn think it will turn out this bad I swear. I'll make up for this somehow x'd"

Well, the anon certainly had caused quite a mess...but knowing Arthur, perhaps it wouldn't go so badly in the end.He'd probably tear down the decorations himself (most likely via incineration) and deal with the dogs separately...Though, considering just how much he still treasured his memories of Mystery, it was doubtful that one would have to worry about the doggos: walking storm of hellfire and anger though he was, Arthur likely didn't have it in him to even LOOK at a dog with any kind of malice in his heart, let alone hurt one...and perhaps one or two would be permitted to stay, if they liked. We'll see.As for right now, however, several dogs are being chased off the premises, a few more hiding out in dark corners of the mansion, and there is currently a very happy Chihuahua that has discovered the pantry.Seems clean up will take quite a while.

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*tiny anon rubs her hand together* "Perfect~ I think this house need a little makeover ;p. I think bright pink might do the thing" She clasps her hands together and the walls inside the house change into various shades of pink. "Hmmm still not nearly enough" She snaps her fingers and ribbons and laces appears in various places "I hope he doesn't kill me for this xd Tho it so gloomy here we need some puppers" Suddenly a pack of dogs of various sizes runs around the place "Now it's perfect <3"

There's quite the commotion in the house as things begin to change, the Deadbeats floating around and chattering loudly, a few of them attempting to tear down a few of the decorations, fearing Arthur's wrath, whilst other wonder if something happened to Arthur while he was out: the mansion is linked to his mental state, so maybe something happened to him? Is he okay?!  These kind of bright colors and cheery designs are DEFINITELY not like him at all...All these concerns seem to be diverted from, however, as several dogs come running through the foyer, a few spirits floating in, tailed by excited puppies and big ol' woofers alike, a few ghosts visibly holding and petting them, others attempting to get the attention of other doggos, trying to call them over to them, and so on...And then comes about half a dozen ghosts chasing after a speedy terrier with a Nintendo 64 controller in its mouth: they were THIS CLOSE to beating Anju and Kafei's quest line and there is about to be Hell to pay for this slight.

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-everyone is now going to get licked by a cheese-

The cheese gets maybe a few steps closer to the trio before Vivi procedes to roundhouse kick it. No getting near her scared boys, and she's gonna fight ya' if you try it again.Shriomori is...confused. Very confused. She was not aware that dairy products existed that could vocalize, and now it had a tongue and was licking her...odd. She sensed an impure, supernatural aura about the cheese, but she couldn't quite be bothered to attempt purifying it just yet: what kind of entity was this, truly?Lance watches as the cheese approaches him, an eyebrow raising as it licks him. Huh, wasn't expecting that. Eyeing the small bottle of holy water on his worktable, a gift from Vivi that he kept close, just to be safe, he reached a gentle hand down, giving the cheese a gentle little pat, a somewhat cautious tone in his voice:"Er...good boy?"

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-loud yodeling cheese-

The loud yodelling cheese has caused some disturbances amongst the muses.Arthur is now hiding behind Lewis, who's hiding behind Vivi, who's currently flipping through her notes for an exorcism spell.Shriomori is just casually watching, unsure how to proceed, especially considering that up to this point in her life she was under the impression that dairy products were incapable of speech. Fascinating.Meanwhile, Lance looks up from engine he's working on, stares for a second, then goes back to work. Another typical Friday, it seems.

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"...you're right. You're right." God, that eases his nerves so much, y'know. He feels awful, silly for running out of time like this, felt horrible for losing track of something so important...but yes, at the end of the day she'd still love him, and maybe, just maybe, he'd make her birthday just a little bit happier and bring a smile to her face. Yes, that was a pleasant thought. Let's focus on that thought from here on out. "Thank you, Micool," he purred towards the mun, checking on the cake baking in the oven and pulling up a list of Gamestop addresses on his phone, "that makes me feel a lot better."