26/09/2026
Super Squirrel was staggering around, under the weight of an enormous party hat.
“We’ve got balloons, we’ve got streamers, we’ve got a mix tape of the hits of 2006: not a vintage year for music, but very on brand. We’ve also got a hedgehog covered in cubes of cheese and pineapple and tiny pickled onions- “
“I don’t think I signed up for this, it’s not in my contract?” said the hedgehog, who had expected a night of spearing the cloakroom tickets and was feeling slightly degraded.
“Work the room, will you? And while you’re at it, will you see where the devilled eggs are?”
“That was a no from the chickens, they said the necromancy ritual was a bridge too far.”
Super Squirrel tutted and sighed.
“Still, we’ve got music, we’ve got cocktails, and we’ve got a museum 20th birthday party! “
Super Squirrel bounded onto a display containing a lock.
“We’re twenty none today…we’re twenty none today…I’ve got the key of this door, it’s stiff and old-eeek!”
Super Squirrel toppled off the plinth.
“And you’re on the floor” sniggered Museum Assistant.
“You can mock all you want, but there wouldn’t be a party if I hadn’t arranged one? I’ve got a cover band booked for 7pm, they’re called HOBS. Cool huh?”
“What, as in Home and Office Banking Service?”
“No? Hamster, Otters, Badgers and Squirrel- we’re a super group. We’ve got a dry ice machine?”
A bored looking badger discharged a fire extinguisher.
“And best of all…we’ve hired a slipper!”
“A what?”
Museum Assistant looked on in horror as the battered M&S house shoe from under their bed was produced with a wink.
“So, who’s coming to this party?”
Super Squirrel’s jaw dropped.
“I knew there was something I forgot! The guest list!”
Super Squirrel ran out of the museum squeaking wildly, allowing Museum Assistant to sneak off to the human party upstairs.
“Happy 20th birthday, Museum on the Mound” they said to themselves, with a smile.
