Chapter 2 — Everybody to the Dancefloor!
The moment DJ Funji Squallshy dropped the first beat, the entire room vibrated. Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh I LOVE this song!” she squealed, grabbing Sarah, Susan, and—accidentally—WhizzAir Winky, who was swept into the excitement. Sgt. Salty took a deep breath. A hush fell, the kind that precedes regret. And then—it happened. The Salty Shuffle . A dance so legendary, so physically questionable, that Ye Olde Large Lad had to steady himself on a table. Salty flung one arm in the air and his legs moved as though they had each downloaded different, dodgy dance tutorials. Lucy burst out laughing. “Oh my God, he dances like someone rebooted mid-move!” “That’s the Salty charm, that is,” McFinleyyy declared, adjusting his tie. “Unpredictable. Unhinged. Unmistakably… Salty .” WhizzAir Winky, committed to the chaos, attempted a spin but accidentally helicoptered into Ramadan Patel, creating an accidental Beyblade battle on the dancefloor. Sarah and Susan were living for it. “Go on Salty! S...