Happy 30th of December to you

[TogetherAgain]

It DOES! It makes you look all strong and tough. He just looks like he's hiding in it. ...Which, to be honest, he probably is and should be.

<Answers door> Oh, hello, Mr. um... FBI/LPA man. What did you say your name was? Charges? I'm sorry, we don't have any credit cards. You must be looking for the Rosenthal family, across the street.

 

[The Count]

No mam... The search warrant's in the name of the Lyans, which you clearly are. Agent Bert Cashew, that's my name. There's a long list of outstanding crimes you're wanted for, along with the death of one lizard. And like I stated before mam, don't think you can get out of this by setting me up on a date with your stunningly good-looking good-genes getting sister.
*Wink, wink...

 

[Leyla]

I'm not sure I shouldn't be hiding under it, Sis, especially when you're running a war, but I DO love the colour, and my lad Prawnie really looks better in that suit picture you sent me... I'll have it up on the website by morning!

In the meanwhile, I'm off to the gym! I need to talk genetics with the girls. Ta!

<crashes into Agent Cashew and falls into a shrub> Ack! My gorgeous jeans! Help! I'm being eaten by this bush and the helmet, while stunning, does nothing!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Agent Bert Cashew? Gesundheit. Well, Mr. ABC, are you sure you're not looking for the LION family? They're next door. You might want to bring them something when you go, though, they're a feisty group when they come home from getting their claws sharpened... Or do they file them down? I can never remember. Either the Lions sharpen and the Tigers file, or the other way around. One lives to the left, one lives to the right, so I've got a fifty-fifty chance! ...Hehe. Anyway, they just got back an hour ago.

Oh, goodness, Layla, what've you gotten yourself into... You'll stain the family jeans that way...

 

[Leyla]

Clearly, I have gotten myself into a bush! An evil bush! I've never liked shrubery. Oh, why didn't I wear my hand me down jeans this morning, those jeans which have been passed down for many generations, not that you can tell the generations apart in this odd genetic mish mash of a family.

<crawls out of the bush> What's this about lizards? Can't abide lizards... except that "Kermit the lizard" who visted Emily Bear one Christmas. He was all right.

 

[Vic Romano]

I literally blinked and this thread went off like a flash fire! Muffins anyone? Oh wait, I don't do the muffins, I bring the root beer.

 

[The Count]

*To Lisa: No, it's the Ly...
*Is suddenly attracted by Leyla's stunningness: Ay-ay-ay.
Please, miss... Allow me to help you out of that paranormal form of greenery.
*Helps Layla out of the woman-eating bush and offers to escort her out of the house.

If you like... We could go have a drink. There's this friend of mine, Vic R, the bartender... He always has great root beers.

 

[Beauregard]

*blink*

Hey, Mr the FBI, can I talk to you? I'll give you an exclusive interview on why my family is weirder than the Lion's on the left...or was it the Tigars...anyway, unless someone bribes me the whole stories going glossy folks.

 

[The Count]

*Still talking to Leyla, completely ignoring the little kid trying to get his attention.

 

[Beauregard]

*finds leftover firecrackers from last 4th July and throws them into a pan, followed by a match*

Hi there.

*places pan by FBI man's feet*