The lights to the room dimmed. Music started playing. It was cheesy, 1970’s-style game show music with trumpets and keyboards and percussion music in a disco beat. Colored lights flashed. Mongo stopped howling and jumping and rushed to Donut’s side. We all stood from the kitchen counter. All except Mordecai whose frog face had suddenly taken on a stony expression. “Carl, what’s happening?” Donut asked. “Probably something stupid,” I said.
