Operation Red Book

Chapter 203 The Drama of the Smurfs 2

"What is this? You found a pastry chef, host, and performance master?"

Dorian's tone was somewhat helpless. He laughed coldly, and a ball of green flame suddenly appeared from the fingers behind his back.

"They fight against the Gargamel—ow!"

For some reason, when the store manager once again confidently showed off his thighs that could be raised to his forehead, Haley and a group of "Smurfs" pounced on him, knocked the store manager down in the waist, and then rolled him out of the tent.

"Oh! Hailey! That's my girl!"

Ivy couldn't help but cheer for Haley's heroic feat in her heart. She gritted her teeth and cheered Haley's name to Christine.

"And share the victory!"

Thanks to Haley's help, the "Smurfs" got back on track in the chorus, and the melodious and lovely children's voices resounded throughout the lawn.

"Joy and sunshine fill the family!"

With the last chorus, the Smurfs successfully struck a pose for family fun.

"Thank you, Mrs. Emerson, for your support of the Florence Welfare Home!"

"Hmm? Did you rehearse this at the end?"

Ivy opened her eyes wide, a little confused, but the atmosphere was so warm that her surprise was fleeting.

At the very end, the children grinned and loudly sang the most standard phrase "Happy birthday to you", successfully bringing the performance to a climax.

"Yes!"

Watching the wonderful performance of the "Smurfs", Ivy couldn't help but applaud.

The people in the tent did not disappoint Ivy, and Mrs. Emerson led the applause.

The Marquis of Baxter whistled and shouted "Yes" loudly, and Andrew followed closely behind, praising loudly "Bravo".

In the joyful atmosphere, the kitchen maids pushed a birthday cake cart from the side.

The birthday cake had five layers, and each layer was decorated with icing and lace.

On the top floor is a refined sugar figurine of Mrs. Emerson in a dress, and every detail shows the high-end and luxury of the aristocracy.

The moment the cake appeared, the cheers reached a peak, and the applause was much louder than the children's blessings.

The guests and servants blessed Mrs. Emerson loudly, and Mrs. Emerson held up her skirt and kept bowing to the guests.

It seemed that no one at the scene noticed the "Smurfs" who were still grinning and posing.

"I want to eat that big cake. The aroma of cream rushes into my nose..."

The child in the front row spoke slowly, his tiny voice barely able to be squeezed out through his teeth.

"Why didn't I smell it? Let me smell it too!"

The children in the back row were a little agitated. They stared at the five-layer cream cake with their noses stretched forward.

"Hey! You guys are crowding me!"

"Don't move! The maid sister hasn't told us to move yet!"

"Ahh! I'm going to fall!"

"Ah! Sorry——"

The back row pushed the middle row, the middle row hit the front row, and in the sparsely packed crowd, the children in the front row finally lost their balance and were squeezed out.

He rolled forward and bumped into the cake cart with a slight noise.

"Oh--"

Everyone present exclaimed in surprise. The five-layer birthday cake was shaking due to the collision, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa bent 45 degrees.

"Oh my God! Ivy, look, the cake seems to be falling over! Your mouth is open so wide, you must have seen it..."

Kristen was more excited than anyone else, shaking Ivy's arm and pointing in the direction of the cake.

Dorian sneered and moved his fingers hidden behind his back. A ball of green flame quickly flew towards the tilted cake and forcibly bent the "Leaning Tower of Pisa" back.

"Oh--"

The crowd let out another cry of relief, and everyone relaxed. Dorian proudly showed Ivy the "magic" on his fingertips.

"Ahh, my head hurts!"

The child who rolled under the cart touched the back of his head. He turned his head confusedly and slowly straightened his upper body.

"Don't get up!"

Hayley shouted a warning in "Elf."

But it was too late. The child straightened his upper body and hit his forehead directly on the crossbar of the cart. The slight shake became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The exquisite cake collapsed in the blink of an eye, without waiting for the crowd's reaction.

Half of the cake remained on the red velvet cloth, and the other half fell on the green grass.

Mrs. Emerson's dress sugar figurine was cut in half and scattered miserably in the white cream.

The landing of the cake seemed to have pressed the pause button for everyone. Everyone stood still, with polite smiles frozen on their faces.

Now it was Christine's turn to open her mouth. Ivy slowly turned her head and closed her eyes again the moment she saw the current situation.

Dorian kept showing his fingertips. It could be said that the only thing moving at the scene was the burning blue flame.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate, and everyone's hearts were stretched as thin threads, waiting for the violin bow to come and play the next piece of music.