They headed to the Tiki Hut with their beach bags and barbecue. There was just one cloud in the sky, with a faint rainbow on the horizon.
As they reached their hut, they realized something was wrong: everything was soaked!
“Oh no!” squeaked Quill. The hammock had blown away, the tiki torches were quenched, and the ukulele was floating in a puddle. It really was a sorry sight.
“It must be from that thunderstorm yesterday,” said Peggy. “What a shame!”
Quinn felt like crying. “We were so looking forward to this!” she sniffed.
“Not to worry, darling,” said Porter. “It’s so sunny today that everything will dry out soon. In the meantime, let’s clear up this mess!”
The McBristlys dropped their bags and started picking up all the loose items in the sand. Porter swam out to rescue the hammock and Penny shook out all the water from the torches. Quill picked up the ukulele and started plucking the strings.