Randy VIII chuckled. "You old." He ruffled Kurt's hair and released him. "You gon' come watch me dance now?"

Kurt tried in vain to flatten down his wild curls, "I don't see why I shouldn't," he said, "Show me what you got!"

Not far away was another dance competition which had yet to begin. The style was much more modern, with music likely to be found in the more popular clubs around Schickelgrubertonfieldvilleburginghamshire. Randy VIII held a hand out for Baby to follow him to the stage. "We 'bout to win this thing."

"By a land slide!" she giggled taking his hand.

Randy grinned as the music started. "They playin' my song!" He started to move his feet in time with the beat and as the song continued and picked up pace, the moves became increasingly fluid and complex to match. He twirled and rocked Baby right along with him, creating a sort of sensual storyline with the dance.

Baby managed to stay in sync with him, flowing naturally alongside him as though she were part of him....

By the height of the song, even a few of the other contestants had stopped to watch them, intrigued not just by the skill but by how well they seemed to be working together. A backflip and a kiss later, the contest had its winning pair by unanimous decision.

Baby smiled at her husband, "What did I tell you? By a landslide," she kissed him again.

He returned the kiss, lifting her into his arms. "Can't nobody do it like us!"

"That's because you can't top perfect," she replied, her arms winding around his neck.

"Mm, you got that right," said Randy, kissing her one more time before placing her back on her feet. "How 'bout that, sugar?" he called to Kurt.

Kurt whistled, "That certainly was some fancy dancing," he said.

"We got some moves on us," Randy VIII stated proudly. He wrapped one arm around Baby and the other around Kurt, pulling them both in close.

Kurt hunched his shoulders, feeling strangely out of place with Baby on Randy's other arms, "Yes.....you do,"

Randy snorted. "I mean all three of us! ...Say, when you an' me gonna do some dancin'?"

Kurt ducked his head, "Whenever you like..." he said, his hair standing on end like ruffled feathers.