Cinnadouche

Wherein I take a band name from Scalzi’s Next Band Name list, and spend no more than 20 minutes writing the story with the band name as a title. Current one is Cinnadouche.
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"Did you get 'em?"

"Yeah, they arrived yesterday. I barely got home before my mom did."

"Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn... Did she see it?"

"Of course not. If she had, do you think I would have this?" The smaller boy pointed to a box on the ground next to the wall behind him.

"Yes! Let's get Josh and do it now!" The bigger boy walked over to the box, bent over, and picked it up. "Ooooof. It's heavy."

The smaller boy snorted. "Not sure what you were thinking eight gallons of that stuff was going to weigh, Matt. Yes, it's heavy. You're carrying it."

Matt smiled as he started walking. "Sure thing," he said, as his smile grew bigger. He followed the smaller boy around the corner and half way down the block. He set the box down, and started opening it, as the smaller boy walked up to the front porch and knocked on the door.

"Josh!" the smaller boy called out.

Another small boy peeked through the curtain next to the door. "Just a second, Aaron," he called through the window, before darting back into the house. Aaron heard some calling, a few fainter noises, and a giant crash, before the front door opened and Josh walked out.

"Ready?" Aaron asked.

"Let's do this."

The two small boys walked down the front stairs, into the front yard, where Matt was opening the plastic jugs of pink liquid. He had four of the eight bottles open, and was pulling out the fifth jug when the two boys reached him.

"Will it be enough?" Josh asked.

"I think so. Worth a try anyway," the large boy answered.

"Cool." Josh and Aaron picked two of the open jugs and walked over to the long, narrow, rose colored plastic tarp pinned to the ground. Aaron looked at it, then looked around the yard, before turning to Josh.

"You sure about this? I mean, your mom and her yard and all."

"Oh, I'm sure," he answered, and upended the jug over the middle of the tarp. The pink gel blurped out of the jug and plopped onto the tarp.

Josh giggled.

Aaron smiled, and upended his jug. When they had emptied their jugs, they turned to grab more jugs, emptying them onto the tarp, dispersing it to cover the tarp. Matt brought over the remaining jugs, and helped with the final one, dumping its contents on the tarp.

They stood back and looked at the pink-gel slathered tarp.

"Good enough?" Aaron asked.

"Better than," Josh responded, nodding. "Let me go tell my mom. She'll get Sissy's party to move out here for the water slide."

Matt snorted.

Aaron smiled. "Can we watch from the porch?"

Josh nodded as he walked around the side of the house. "Sure, that's where I'll be. I put out chairs."

A few minutes later, Josh returned from around the house, and joined his friends on the front porch. He had barely sat down before the screams of a dozen girls, not yet adolescent, came around the same side of the house.

Josh smiled. "What flavor did you order?" he asked, turning to Aaron.

"Cinnamon."

"I didn't know Astroglide made cinnamon lube," he commented, watching his mother begin her water slide diving demonstration for the girls.

"Yep," he answered as Josh's mother started sliding along the tarp. "They sure do."

"I'm in so much trouble," Josh smiled.