"I do, he's been a much kinder person since he met you, I think you changed him for the better," said Kurt.

"Well, don't I feel special," Randy remarked with a smile. However silly it may have sounded, though, it was sincere. He was pleased--however surprised--to think that he'd made such a difference.

Kurt rubbed Randy's hair, "Well don't let it go to your head, you're still a rotten delinquent," he said.

"An' damn proud of it," Randy replied with a giggle.

Kurt snorted, "I'm going to go and put this plant somewhere safe, I'll see you later,"

"Later, sug'." Randy VIII gave him a nod and continued on his way, looking about to see what else there was to do.

It wasn't long before he stumbled across a mud wrestling competition, Karl was in the middle of a large puddle of mud grappling with some poor young man who'd bitten off more than he could chew.

Randy gave a whistle. "Hey Baby, check that out," he noted as he leaned in to watch.

"Looks like something you'd like," she commented as Karl slammed the boy down and gave a triumphant howl as the young man's filthy, unmoving body was hoisted onto a stretcher.

Randy laughed. "You think I got time?" he asked with an eager wriggle.

"You've got twenty minutes before pie eating," said Baby.

"I think that'll do!" Randy was already heading for the ring.

Karl put his hands on his hips and sized Randy up, being a werewolf he was quite large and nearly as tall as Randy, "Never grappled a Schickelgruber before, this could be good," he said, his voice deep and rumbling.

Randy grinned. "I've wrestled a coupla' blorknogs before; if you anything like them, I'm inclined to agree," he said amiably before taking on a fighting stance.

Karl was indeed much stronger than a regular human and he gave Randy a good scuffle, kicking up mud and dirt everywhere.

Randy enjoyed this quite a bit, particularly due to the added challenge of slippery mud impeding his footing and grasp of his opponent. Before twenty minutes was out, though, he managed to have Karl pinned.

Karl patted him on the back, "Nice match, son," he said shaking mud off and flinging it everywhere.

Randy gave his hand a shake, though he decided against licking it for the time being. There was just enough time left to clean up and head for the pie-eating contest...

Father Erickson had along table stacked with pies set before six contestants, one of which, was Seven.

Randy VIII whistled to him. "We got this thing covered."

"I bet I kin eat more than you, Baby Boy!" teased Seven.

Randy VIII growled at him. "I give you a run for your money!"

Erickson started the clock and Seven shoved half a pie into his mouth.

Randy VIII couldn't quite manage the same, though he did come very close, and tucked into the pies with as much ferocity as with any other challenge. Even with the prize being something they could share, competition was competition.

When the timer ran out Seven had eaten the most pies and was awarded the prize by an astonished and somewhat terrified Erickson.

Randy VIII had not been far behind, trailing by the equivalent of only a few slices, though he was somewhat relieved to reach the end of the contest. He wiped his arm across his mouth. "Ugh... I think I'm done with lemons for a while."

Seven smirked and finished his last pie, "Hope you like seafood then!"

"You damn right I do," Randy VIII stated firmly.

"See you next weekend?" Seven asked.

"You know it." Randy VIII gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Baby patted him on the back, "You weren't far behind him," she said with a smile.

He curled his lip for an instant. "I could still fight 'im..."

"I'd rather you didn't," said Baby, "why don't we go do the face painting?" she suggested.

"A'right." Randy VIII made a playfully obscene gesture at his brother before heading back toward Erika's booth with Baby and the children.

Ericka had a set of purple and pink paints, she urged Randy to sit and Little Randy insisted that he do so and get his face painted along with the rest of them and ten minutes later a group of pink butterflies were drawn from the corner of his eye all the way across the bare side of his head.

Randy VIII inspected himself in the mirror. "Oh god," he groaned, trying to stifle a giggle.

"Ah think ye look sweet," Ericka who sported her own purple butterfly on her left cheek and a cluster of pink stars on her exposed stomach.

Meanwhile, Maxwell had adorned Baby's cheek with a large yellow sunflower. "Now, ain't that pretty!"

Baby giggled, "It is! I love it."

Maxwell beamed, his own face covered in stars. The children were also painted, each with a different animal face.
"Gotta get a picture of this," said Randy VIII.