(2011. Ta’ Qali Stadium changing room. Noise of cheering in the distance.)
Kurt (jumping around): Melaaaa! Did you see me? I ran like a rabbit being chased by a pastizz!
Matthew (laughing): Calm down, clown. You nearly fell twice.
Kurt: That’s called technique, ħi. Advanced aerodynamics.
(Ira and Daphne run in excitedly.)
Ira: Kurt! That goal! Dak gowl! I screamed louder than my mum when she sees the electricity bill!
Kurt (posing heroically): Anything for you, sweetheart. Physics class finally paid off.
Matthew: Physics!? Kurt, all you did was drop a football from the top of the cupboard and yell, “Gravity, mela!”
Daphne (hugging Matthew): Still… intom żewġ bravi, mela.
(Coach Mike Micallef storms in.)
Mike: Boys! Historic win! Nobody expected this! Even the other coach already bought celebratory kannoli for himself. And now he’s eating them sadly in a corner like a penguin.
Kurt: Mr. Micallef, mela, we’re legends now.
Mike (grinning mischievously): Actually… I have a plan.
Lights fade.
ACT II – The Fathers’ Secret Mission
(Mike Micallef, William Borg and Joseph Spiteri plan a surprise in the garage. Tools, boxes, and a suspicious amount of balloons.)
Mike: Gentlemen… Joseph, William… welcome to “Operation Surprise.”
Joseph: I haven’t had a mission since I tried to assemble IKEA furniture. And that ended in tears.
William: Whose tears?
Joseph: All of ours. Even our cat Ġużi cried.
Mike: Look, mela, the boys deserve a celebration. And I realised something important. We’re all 53 this year.
William (shocked): Uwejja. All of us?
Joseph: Yes! We basically share warranty expiry date!
Mike: So tonight, we prepare a triple celebration — for the young champions AND for our blessed bones that still manage stairs.
Joseph: Brilliant! I brought sausage rolls.
William: I brought loudspeakers.
Mike: And I… booked the community centre. Let’s set it up before the kids arrive.
(The three fathers attempt decorations. Balloons pop. A banner falls on Joseph.)
Joseph (muffled under banner): Mela… this party wants to kill me.
ACT III – The Party Explosion
(Community centre decorated in a delightfully chaotic Maltese way. The fathers hide behind tables. Kurt, Matthew, Ira, and Daphne walk in confused.)
Kurt: Why is the door wide open? Mela did someone break in to steal the folding chairs?
Matthew: Or the bingo machine?
(Lights turn on. Fathers jump out.)
All fathers: SURPRISE!
Ira: Aww! So cute!
Daphne: This is adorable!
Kurt (hugs his dad): Pa! You organised this?
Joseph: We did. And listen, mela… We’re all 53. We deserve a festa as well.
Matthew: Congrats, boomers! Still standing strong!
(Suddenly the door flies open. The five teammates enter carrying mountains of ftiras and pastizzi.)
Keith: ATTENZJONI! The cavalry has arrived!
Mark: We brought ftiras biż-żejt, u pastizzi tal-irkotta, tal-piżelli, tal-everything!
Richard (stuffing his face): I’m carb-loading for tomorrow.
Andrew: Tomorrow we don’t have training.
Richard: I’m carb-loading for life, mela.
Chris (to Mike): Mr. Micallef! That match, we made history!
Mike: Yes, and now you will make history by eating all this food within ten minutes.
(Music starts — Maltese party classics. Everyone dances.)
Kurt (to Ira while dancing badly): You know I won because you were watching, right?
Ira: Kurt… you fell twice. And missed the ball once.
Kurt: Details, mela.
(Matthew dips Daphne dramatically. She squeals like she’s in a telenovela.)
Daphne: My hero!
Keith: Ara vera drama.
Joseph: Boys! Fathers’ announcement!
(The three dads stand together proudly.)
William: We, the three musketeers of 1958—
Joseph: —declare that although our knees sound like fireworks—
Mike: —we’re still the coolest dads in Malta, mela!
(Everyone cheers.)
Kurt: Mela, this is the best night ever.
Matthew: Ftira, football, girlfriends, and our insane dads. Perfect.
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THE 67 JOKE STORY - THE FATHERS' SURPRISE PARTY
ACT I – The Match Nobody Expected
(2011. Ta’ Qali Stadium changing room. Noise of cheering in the distance.)
Kurt (jumping around): Melaaaa! Did you see me? I ran like a rabbit being chased by a pastizz!
Matthew (laughing): Calm down, clown. You nearly fell twice.
Kurt: That’s called technique, ħi. Advanced aerodynamics.
(Ira and Daphne run in excitedly.)
Ira: Kurt! That goal! Dak gowl! I screamed louder than my mum when she sees the electricity bill!
Kurt (posing heroically): Anything for you, sweetheart. Physics class finally paid off.
Matthew: Physics!? Kurt, all you did was drop a football from the top of the cupboard and yell, “Gravity, mela!”
Daphne (hugging Matthew): Still… intom żewġ bravi, mela.
(Coach Mike Micallef storms in.)
Mike: Boys! Historic win! Nobody expected this! Even the other coach already bought celebratory kannoli for himself. And now he’s eating them sadly in a corner like a penguin.
Kurt: Mr. Micallef, mela, we’re legends now.
Mike (grinning mischievously): Actually… I have a plan.
Lights fade.
ACT II – The Fathers’ Secret Mission
(Mike Micallef, William Borg and Joseph Spiteri plan a surprise in the garage. Tools, boxes, and a suspicious amount of balloons.)
Mike: Gentlemen… Joseph, William… welcome to “Operation Surprise.”
Joseph: I haven’t had a mission since I tried to assemble IKEA furniture. And that ended in tears.
William: Whose tears?
Joseph: All of ours. Even our cat Ġużi cried.
Mike: Look, mela, the boys deserve a celebration. And I realised something important. We’re all 53 this year.
William (shocked): Uwejja. All of us?
Joseph: Yes! We basically share warranty expiry date!
Mike: So tonight, we prepare a triple celebration — for the young champions AND for our blessed bones that still manage stairs.
Joseph: Brilliant! I brought sausage rolls.
William: I brought loudspeakers.
Mike: And I… booked the community centre. Let’s set it up before the kids arrive.
(The three fathers attempt decorations. Balloons pop. A banner falls on Joseph.)
Joseph (muffled under banner): Mela… this party wants to kill me.
ACT III – The Party Explosion
(Community centre decorated in a delightfully chaotic Maltese way. The fathers hide behind tables. Kurt, Matthew, Ira, and Daphne walk in confused.)
Kurt: Why is the door wide open? Mela did someone break in to steal the folding chairs?
Matthew: Or the bingo machine?
(Lights turn on. Fathers jump out.)
All fathers: SURPRISE!
Ira: Aww! So cute!
Daphne: This is adorable!
Kurt (hugs his dad): Pa! You organised this?
Joseph: We did. And listen, mela… We’re all 53. We deserve a festa as well.
Matthew: Congrats, boomers! Still standing strong!
(Suddenly the door flies open. The five teammates enter carrying mountains of ftiras and pastizzi.)
Keith: ATTENZJONI! The cavalry has arrived!
Mark: We brought ftiras biż-żejt, u pastizzi tal-irkotta, tal-piżelli, tal-everything!
Richard (stuffing his face): I’m carb-loading for tomorrow.
Andrew: Tomorrow we don’t have training.
Richard: I’m carb-loading for life, mela.
Chris (to Mike): Mr. Micallef! That match, we made history!
Mike: Yes, and now you will make history by eating all this food within ten minutes.
(Music starts — Maltese party classics. Everyone dances.)
Kurt (to Ira while dancing badly): You know I won because you were watching, right?
Ira: Kurt… you fell twice. And missed the ball once.
Kurt: Details, mela.
(Matthew dips Daphne dramatically. She squeals like she’s in a telenovela.)
Daphne: My hero!
Keith: Ara vera drama.
Joseph: Boys! Fathers’ announcement!
(The three dads stand together proudly.)
William: We, the three musketeers of 1958—
Joseph: —declare that although our knees sound like fireworks—
Mike: —we’re still the coolest dads in Malta, mela!
(Everyone cheers.)
Kurt: Mela, this is the best night ever.
Matthew: Ftira, football, girlfriends, and our insane dads. Perfect.
All together: Mela!
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