Luke hadn’t expected his Fourth of July celebration to end up in a police interrogation room with lawyers talking about him getting a psychiatric evaluation. It had actually started out pretty boring, like most others. He had gotten his fireworks and cooking supplies together the previous couple of days and was just getting a few last-minute items as a thunderstorm moved in.

It wasn’t unexpected and was as brief as the weather lady had said it would be, even though it was more intense. Luke had just finished putting away the final items when the lights flickered in the kitchen, followed by a boom of thunder so loud it was like a bomb going off over his head.

He didn’t flinch, though, since it was nothing he wasn’t used to. Well, he didn’t flinch at first at least. When your fridge starts shaking and muffled voices start to come from it, even the most stoic person is going to flinch at least a little. This was followed by the cupboards rattling a bit and voices coming from them as well. Luke did the stereotypical thing, grabbing a bat and slowly talking the fridge. Opening the door to the fridge cautiously he was smacked in the face with steak and then in the gut with steak sauce as they insulted him. The rest of the fridge emptied out at him as he retreated towards the living room, watching as they freed more allies from the cupboards.

Seeing the fireworks by the kitchen entryway, Luke grabbed them and reached for his lighter at the same time. The chicken got cocky, daring him to do it, as Luke lit off the first firework and tossed it into the kitchen. He made sure there was no way out as he launched firework after firework into the kitchen.

Firefighters had to pull him out of the apartment with him still shouting insults at his kitchen. They took him to the police, telling the officers about the crazy threats Luke was apparently making to the food in the kitchen as they informed the officers it was arson. Luke knew this was definitely not going to be a normal end to his Fourth of July.

As the lawyers came back to announce his fate, something begins to squirm in his pocket as he remembers the little Gecko he had picked up, inspired by the Geico commercials, earlier that day and named Oliver. Before Luke could explain or do anything, Oliver popped out of his shirt pocket and landed on the table, surprising the lawyers.

Oliver blinked before saying, “What? You act like I’m the first lizard you have ever seen. And who said I wanted the smoking section in the first place, nevermind the ac section.”

Both lawyers looked at each other before fainting. Luke just burst out laughing as he thought for the first time he might not end up locked away in some way for the first time since it all happened.

Of course, that thought was short-lived as the door opened and men in suits entered, scooping up Oliver, who protested, and told Luke to come with them. They scooped up the lawyers’ files as they left the room, disappearing into the sunset with all three.