"Rachel? Are you home? How was The Battle Of Five Armies?"

"IT WAS SHACKALACKA!" Rachel wooped, bounding out of the kitchen. "Whackadoodle! Topsy turvo!"

"Rachel, what's wrong with you?" Asked Lynn. Her eyes widened.

"Rachel..."

"What, mi compadre?"

"You didn't happen to have a leviathan chocolate frappucino with extra-whipped cream, did you?"

"I had two! Dos! Tres! Cuatro!" Rachel sang, flopping onto the couch.

"Oh, no wonder you're hyped. You didn't also happen to have one of your double frosted-chocolate stuffed donuts, did you?"

"Yep." Giggled Rachel.

"Aren't your parents here?"

"No! Niet! Patooty! Zamboni!"

"Why do I put up with this?" Groaned Lynn.

"Because I'm your bestest friend." Smiled Rachel.

Lynn knew she was right.

"So...uh...how was the Battle Of Five Armies?" Asked Lynn.

"I thought you'd never ask! Come on!"

And that's how Lynn found herself being dragged into her room to get the full account of the BOFA by her best friend, who was hyped on frapps and Donuts.

Stay tuned.