When they arrived the first thing they were greeted with was Erika Erikson sitting in a kissing booth, "Tis a dollar per kiss, fer charity!" she called out to them.

"Can't pass that up," said Randy VIII. "You know how much I care about charity an' all..."

Erika put on some shiny pink lipstick and puckered up for him....

He leaned in and gave her a big kiss, pulling away with a cartoonish smack. "Worth every penny," he giggled as he handed over the dollar.

"Thank ye kaindly! If ye come back at four o'clock Ah'll be doin' face paintin'" said Erika.

"Face paintin'?" Randy VIII wasn't quite as keen on that idea as he had been on kissing...

"Aye, Ah'll paint all yer faces up meself!" said Erika, "Maxwell c'n help!"

Randy VIII glanced at little Randy. "Y'all want that?"

Little Randy nodded, "Yeah! She can paint me like a bunny!"

"A'right, I' bring you back here to do it," Randy VIII agreed. "But just y'all, not me!"

"Awww, why not daddy?" asked Little Randy.

Randy VIII snorted. "Do I look like a cute little bunny rabbit to you?"

"You could get something else," suggested little Randy.

"We'll see," Randy VIII grumbled. As they talked, Jeff came running up to the kissing booth with a ten-dollar bill in hand...

Erika's eyes widened, "Oh...hallo Jeff, I suppose that's ten kisses then?" she asked.

Jeff grinned. "Yup!" he answered eagerly.
Maxwell appeared in the booth next to Erika. "Say, Erika, ain't it your break time?"

"Why yes it is! It's yer turn ta run that booth!" said Erika brightly.

Jeff's face fell as Maxwell took Erika's place in the booth and leaned in for a kiss. "Uh... o-on second thought, I--" He was cut off by a pair of purplish-green lips pressed against his own. "Yagh!" He jumped away from the booth, throwing his ten-dollar bill at Maxwell. "Keep the change," he muttered as he left.

Ericka snickered, "Thank ye darlin',"

"And we still got nine kisses worth of change," said Maxwell with a grin.

"We'll why don't I go ahead and use up them kisses?" Erika asked, pressing her lips to his.

As Maxwell and Erika counted kisses, Randy VIII led his family further on into the event to see what else was available.

Father Erickson was at a picnic area passing out cups of cold apple cider and various slices of pie and cake, "Can ah offer ye some refreshments?" he called.

Randy VIII's eyes lit up as he was already wheeling the double stroller toward Erickson. "I won't say no to food..."

"Would ye like a slice of cherry pie?" Erickson offered.

"Sure would." Randy VIII parked the stroller in front of a nearby bench. "Lay it on me, sugar!"

Erickson chucked and handed him a generous slice, "Tis mah own homemade recipe," he said proudly giving Randy a cup of cider, he gave each of the children some smaller pie wedges and their own cups before giving Baby the same.

"That ain't bad... That ain't bad at all," Randy VIII remarked. He gave his empty plate an appreciative lick.

"Try the lemon custard pie," said Erickson giving him another piece.

"Ooh, y'all just got 'em lined up here for me, ain't ya?" Randy VIII seemed quite pleased. "I love lemon."

"Thought ye might, tis mah specialty," said Erickson with a grin.

"Mm. Oh, honey. How can I get me one a' these?" asked Randy VIII.

"Well ye can enter the pie eating contest and pick yar flavor of pie, the winner gets a blue ribbon and a free pass to an all-ye-can-eat seafood buffet," said Erickson.

Randy's eyebrows shot upward. "You're kiddin'."

Erickson shook his head, "Eat the most pies in twenty minutes and ye win," he said, "the contest starts in half an hour,"

"Long as they ain't pumpkin, I'm in," said Randy with a grin, delighted by the very idea.

"Ye can have them all lemon if ye like," said Erickson.

"Might just do that." Randy bent to clean any traces of pie off of the children, using his tongue almost as much as the napkin.

"Should Ah sign ye up? Ye ain't tha only schikelgruber ta join, Randy Seven signed up an hour ago," said Erickson.

"Seven!" Randy hissed with all the enthusiasm of a cartoon character who'd just discovered the work of his arch nemesis. "You sign me up, sug'. I can take 'im..."