"Oh boy oh boy!" Kaylee said excitedly, hearing the word of a newcomer to the neighborhood. She dashed around her kitchen, pulling out tupperware of all sorts. Her traditional way of greeting someone new was to treat them to a homemade specialty of hers; her double layered black forest cherry cake. She pulled out different condiments from her fridge and spice cabinet, turning the stove on to preheat. "This is so exciting! I bet they're nice!" she sang to herself as she mixed up the batter.

Mason toyed with the flag on the mailbox in front of his familie's new house. This is a pretty quiet neighborhood, he thought, not like back home in Pennsylvania.. As he was contemplating memories, the flag broke in his hand. Keeping his face in the same direction, he looked around with his eyes to see if anyone noticed. He nonchalantly slipped the red piece of plastic into his pocket and walked inside to grab some superglue.

"WALDO!" Gordon cried out as his red-haired roommate slipped and slid out the door. "Get back here, eh, you need a bath!" he peered out from behind the front door, waving a back scrubber around in the air.
"No~!" Waldo replied as he leaped over the picket fence that outlined Gordy's property. He was wearing nothing but his boots and dog tags, which clomped against the pavement as he ran, his tags making a melodic jingle as they bounced around on his neck.
"Cucklehead..." Gordon sighed as he walked into his bathroom to grab a towel. He set the scrubber down on the bathroom counter and grabbed a towel off of the rack, walking out of his house and closing the door behind him. He didn't bother to run, he knew Waldo would run out of energy before he did. He casually walked down the street in the direction he saw Waldo take off in.

Mason reached into the tool bin near his house's front window. Movement caught his eye, and he glanced outside. When he saw what was moving, he didn't know what to think. Some guy, wearing only boots and what looked like dogtags, was running by, tongue having out of his mouth. Mason raised an eyebrow, "Welcome to the neighborhood...?"

Gordon calmly moseyed down the street, looking around for his ridiculous friend. "Waaaaldo." he called out. "Where'dya go, eh?" Gordon said with a sigh, holding the neatly folded towel over his arm.
Waldo stopped for a minute, sensing something different about the neighborhood. He froze and looked around, surveying the area. He couldn't put his nose on it, he just knew something was there that wasn't there before. "People?" He curiously said to himself as he trotted over to the house with the damaged mailbox.

After a moment of stunned silence, other person came up. Mason walked quietly towards his mailbox, and waved, "Chasing after someone?" He pointed in the direction of the nude runner, "He went that way."

Gordon looked over to the newcomer. "Oh, much obliged. Say, I've never seen your face around here before. You new here, eh?" he asked.

"PEOPLEEEE~"

Just at that very moment, Waldo came bounding out of nowhere and tackled Gordon to the ground. He resumed himself on the ground for a little bit, then grunted and hoisted himself up to his feet. He brushed himself off, then tied the towel around Waldo's waist.
"Cover your shame, eh guy?" he said with narrow eyes. Waldo stood there grinning stupidly at the new neighbor. Gordon looked back over at Mason. "My condolences for my friend here, his cogwheels don't function quite right. I'm Gordon, welcome to the neighborhood." He smiled a friendly smile, holding out his hand for Mason to shake.

*ding!* went the bell on the oven. Kaylee had a bright smile on her face as she slipped on her oven mitts to pull it out. The alluring fumes of the cake wafted in her nostrils, she just might bake another one later for herself!
She set the cake inside her freezer so it would cool down faster and make icing it a lot easier. About a half hour later, she pulled it out, getting the cake out of its base and onto a cardboard platform, then set the platform onto an elevated surface. As she worked her magic, the final product was a beautifully decorated black forest cake, delicious chocolate flakes coated the outside of it with whip cream dollops in sequences on top, each with a single cherry gently placed into the dollop.
"Perfect~!" she sang as she hung up her apron, taking the cake off of the elevated base and into a proper cake container, then out the door she went.
G, H, I, J, K, L... she thought to herself as she walked down the street, looking at each house as she passed, and the ebony letter that hung from each door. Up ahead, she saw Gordy and Waldo, and an unfamiliar face. "Hey!" she called out, holding the cake out in front of her a little bit as she picked up her pace with her flats subtly making a pit pat noise as she walked.

Mason smiled and clasped hands with his new neighbor, "My name is Mason, great to meet you." He chuckled, "My first impression of this place was a nice, serene neighborhood. I thought I was gonna kill myself out of boredom!"

Mason looked over Gordon's shoulder, hearing someone else. At first, he saw the cake. Mmmm.....is that...chocolate...? He smiled, and looked at the person bringing the cake. The girl's face was a smooth, dark color, and her blue eyes popped. Mason's smile slanted a little, "Who's that?"

Gordon laughed nervously a little bit. "Yeah, well, it's generally quiet here. Although there's some chaotic moments, you just can't help but get attached to this place, eh." he explained, switching his weight to the other leg and folding his arms over his chest after running his fingers through his hair. His gaze turned to where Mason was looking at, to see Kaylee happily trotting their way with her specialty in her hands.
Waldo caught the scent of the cake, licking his lips and swallowing hard. He refrained himself from any movement. He wanted it, and Gordon could see it. He placed his hand on the back of Waldo's neck and gave a warning squeeze, narrowing his eyes at him before looking back to Mason with a friendly grin.

"Hi there I'm Kaylee welcometotheneighborhood~!" she said as she reached the three boys. She talked in a bit of a fast-paced manner that had some hints of a Spanish dialect, holding the cake up to Mason's face exuberantly. "I made this for you! I make it for everyone new. It is delicious! You simply must try it!" she said with a wide smile, her blue eyes peering out from behind the cake.

"Really? Thanks!" Mason smiled widely, "My family loves chocolate cake. You said Kaylee, right? Nice to meet you." At that moment, Mason swatted at a gnat near his face, and brushed the tip of his ear, causing a matchstick to fall. He quickly picked it up and put it back in place. Mason ignored the event, and took the cake, "Thanks! I'll have to bug my mom for the ingredients to make my famous desert!"

From his house across the street, Michael could see the small scene that was occuring before him. He had only been in the neighbourhood for a fortnight, but he knew who everyone was by now. He watched as Waldo ran naked down the street, and as Gordon chased hopelessly after him. It brought a smile to the irishman's face as he continued to observe, the new neighbour becoming visible in his line of view. It was as Kaylee started power walking down the street with a large and rather delicious looking cake in her hands, that Michael thought he should be polite and go introduce himself to the new man. He had been sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of black coffee in his left hand whilst he watched, but now he abandoned it, still steaming as he made his way to the front door, picking up his thin black coat as he passed.

It seemed to be a pleasant day outside, and although Michael preferred the rain and the cold he was still appreciative of the sun and the clear skies. With a welcoming smile on his face he walked up to the little gathering across the street and stood beside Waldo and Gordon. "Welcome to the neighbourhood. I'm Michael from across the street." He spoke with a thich Southern Irish accent, indicating his home as he did so.

As he fumbled to shake hands, he almost dropped the cake, "Whoops...you know what? I'll be right back...lemme put this inside real quick. I don't want to drop it." He grinned and turned around. Mason walked inside, and shut the door behind him. A few moments later, he came back out, carrying several plates and a couple forks. He waved them all over to his porch, "You guys want some? My mom's not feeling well, so she can't have any. My dad is taking care of her, and my sister...well, she's just not in the mood. I'd hate to waste it!"

"I don't see why not." Michael said kindly as he made his way onto Mason's porch. He leaned a little against the railing, poiring most of his wieight to his feet so that he didn't break the rail. He eyes the cake as it sat in front of him, before shooting a smile at his new neighbour. The thing the irishman liked most about new arrivals was the appearance of cake, and this one looked particularly good. "You want beer or cider with the cake? It's quite warm today and I have a whole load in my fridge." he suggested idly, waiting for the cake to be cut. Running a hand through his short, dark hair, he looked curiously at Mason, wondering where he had come from and why he had chosen to move here. These were questions he would be sure to ask.