Howard The Duck Grass Skirt No Shirt Red Cap hops out of the convertible, his red cap slightly askew and grass skirt rustling in the wind. He kicks off his flip-flops, stretching his feathered toes in the warm sand, and gazes at the endless horizon with a smirk.
"Ah, paradise. And not a featherless ape in sight—unless you count the tourists," he quips, grabbing a coconut drink from a nearby stand.
Lea Thompson[/@ch_2], stands at the bow, waving energetically, her sundress fluttering in the breeze.]
Lea Thompson, radiant and full of energy, leaps from the boat, landing gracefully beside Howard. She laughs, tossing her hair, and flashes him a grin. "Howard! I can't believe you convinced me to come to this island. You look... well, tropical."
"Just blending in with the locals," Howard replies, striking a pose. "Besides, the grass skirt is way breezier than pants."
Howard and Lea join the crowd, welcomed by dancers in vibrant costumes. Howard is soon swept into a hula contest, his grass skirt twirling as he moves with surprising agility. Lea cheers him on, her laughter mingling with the festive music.
"Watch and learn, folks! This duck's got groove," he boasts, drawing delighted applause.
Howard[/@ch_1] and Lea sit slightly apart from the crowd, toes in the cool sand, the gentle surf whispering nearby.]
"I needed this, Howard. It's been a wild year," Lea admits, her voice softening. Howard looks at her, his usual sarcasm giving way to sincerity.
"Hey, even ducks need a break. But with you here, it's more than just a vacation," he says, glancing shyly at the firelight reflecting in her eyes.
Howard jumps to his webbed feet, squinting into the darkness. Lea grabs his wing, concern etched on her face. "Looks like paradise just got interesting," he mutters, determination glinting beneath his red cap.
Howard[/@ch_1] and Lea give chase, their silhouettes darting through moonlit palms. They corner the culprit—a mischievous monkey—who surrenders a stolen necklace with a sheepish grin.]
"Well, that's one mystery solved. And here I thought you only danced," Lea teases, slipping the necklace back on.
"I’m full of surprises, doll. Now, how about another dance—on me?" Howard winks, leading her back to the glowing bonfire as laughter and music rise anew over the island night.
