Hensonville City 2011

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Ooooh rollercoasters! I'm an ACE on a defunct antique wooden coaster in Orlando. Used to be a place called Circus World there, and they had a fabulous bomb of a rickety old wood gravity-driven one. Oh, also on the Viper at Six Flags Atlanta.

How exactly do you become an ace at riding roller coasters? This isn't like that dog pretending to use his doghouse as a WWI fighter plane, is it?

No, Newsie. An ACE stands for American Coaster Enthusiast. There's an official club, but really all you have to do is ride coasters three times at least apiece. It's fun.

I...don't care for rides that make my foam clench.

Rhonda: Or your tummy upchuck.

I was trying to use a polite euphemism, rat.

Rhonda: *rolls eyes, walks past slurping her pina colada* Whatever, Sunshine. Anyone wanna go swimming?
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Johnny Fiama: *packing for New Jersey to visit Mama Fiama*

Sal Minella: *waddles to Johnny* 'Ey, Johnny! Wha'cha doin'?

Johnny Fiama: Packin'...what does it look like I'm doin'?

Sal Minella: That. *shrug* Why not ya' take a rest an' let th' rats pack?

*rim shot*

Johnny Fiama: Jus' skedaddle an' pack your bags. You're comin' with me.

Sal Minella: Cool! Where we're goin'? Visitin' Lady Luck?

Johnny Fiama: No, Sal! We're rollin' ta Jersey ta visit Ma. Don'cha know tomorrow's Ma's Day?

Sal Minella: Oh...well...is Linda comin'?

Johnny Fiama: *sigh* Sal, y'know better than that. As much I'd like ta invite my girl, Ma doesn't like it when I invite other women over. 'Nough 'bout other women, Sal. This' Ma's day. Have th' flowers an' th' assorted cookies all taken care o'?

Sal Minella: Si, Johnny. *takes the gifts to the car*

Johnny Fiama: Please, be careful. Th' cookies're flawlessly wrapped in a cellophane...

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Um...Newsie? I thought you liked to do holiday reports?

I do. What...oh. Um. No, er, nothing special.

Rhonda*whispering* That's kinda a sore subject with him.

He doesn't like Mother's Day?

Rhonda: You didn't know his ma. Brrrr. *shivers*

Oh. Um. Hey, uh, I heard a rumor that the Rat Pack is getting back together! Sal is organizing it.

Don't be ridiculous. Almost all of them are gone.

Rhonda: Well the rats sure ain't. You got something against a tribute band? *strokes her hair glamorously* I'm gonna be Peggy Lee. I think Rizzo is playing Jerry.

*facepalm* I'm not hearing this...
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Wow. It sure is dead today.

Rhonda: Dead dead dead.

So dead we should sit a bunch of plastic flowers over the doormantel.

Rhonda: So dead, the flatline hum sounds soothing.

So dead, we should donate our bodies to science fiction.

You can't use that one. That was Rodney's.

Well, he's dead too, right? It works.

*pause...all stare at the slowly revolving ceiling fan. Kris is laying on floor faceup with a soda can in one hand, forgotten. Newsie is laid out on the couch with his hands over his chest, jacket and tie off, unconsciously mimicking a funereal pose. Rhonda is draped langorously over a stale sponge cake piece on a plate on the coffee table. The Martians got bored hours ago and skipped out.*

Sure is hot today.

Rhonda: Hot is right.

Hot, hot, hot.

*snickers* Ole olaayyy, ole olayy...

I had no idea you knew that song.

I went to college.
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Zoot: -lying on a chair, digging through a can of pringles-

Sam: Oh, that's very attractive. >I

Ailie: -hangs next to the old man and grabs some chips-
There's nothing to do...

Sam: Why don't you go outside? Perhaps do some yard work?

Dr. Teeth: -joins them- It's rainin', man. =P

Sam: -ignores him-
You could do something worthwhile, make better people of yourselves...

Zoot: Eh, maybe later...

Ailie: -puts two pringles in her mouth-
QUAAACK!

Spamela: -presses snout to the window-
=(

Blind Pew: -having a conversation with a lamp-
And zhen I made heem walk zee plank! Zat'll teach heem to be zassy to me...

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Make better people of ourselves?

Rhonda: Should be easy... you're already a people.

That's because I'm not famous.

*frowning* You mean that WASN'T the White House Press Corps Dinner I attended?? Fiddlesticks! *grumbling* I KNEW it seemed suspicious when I saw rats in the punchbowl.

What were rats doing in the punchbowl?

The side stroke! *chuckles*

Rhonda: You HAD to feed him the line.

I'm tired. It's hot. It's sooo dead around here that actually sounded like fun.

Rhonda: Sad. Just sad.
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Frozen coffee??

Rhonda: Frozen coffee??

Er...can I get mine black?

I'll skip the okra though. Nasty slimy thing, that.

*Rhonda suddenly reappears in a filmy beach cover-up, shades, and sunhat*
*the others stare at her*

Rhonda: What? He SAID coffee. I'm takin' mine by the pool.

Newsie! Pool dinner! Grab your swim trunks!

Uh...er...

Oh c'mon. It'll be fun. HAS to be better than laying around here.

Well...um...okay! Hold on! *runs to his room to change*

Rhonda: You just wanna see him shirtless.

Darn right I do.

Rhonda: He puts zinc on his nose, you know. It's hilarious.

I don't care. I don't care if he wants water wings and a boogie board to hold onto. Bring on the frozen coffee and hot Muppets!
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Chef : Did der kitty CAT scan go okee yesterdee?
Yeah...it went really quickly!
Chef chuckling Gaffer reely helped eh?
going along with Chef and laughingYeah..just like my two cats Spencer and Bailey at my mom's.
Chef: Hoopefoolee thoose nestee hedakes will go kaflooey.
I know. I'm a real grouch with them, huh?
Chef: Nu..nu!!! Yu just luuk ...well..I feel sorry fur yu. I wish thet there wuz a way I culd take them away.
Awww Chef...you're a sweetheart.
Chef: Doon't let it git aroond.
Right....you're just a natural grump.

Bert: *trying to make a house of cards, he only has 1 card left, and it goes on the top*

Ernie: *flying an electric top helicopter, Rubber Duckie is inside and the Duckie-Copter flies through Bert's house of cards by accident, before making a crash landing*

Bert: ERNIE! *is frustrated as 51 cards fly everywhere*

Ernie: Sorry Bert! I must have steered Rubber Duckie in the wrong direction. *picks up the Duckie-Copter* Rubber Duckie and I could help you rebuild your house of cards!

Bert: Thanks Ernie! First we'll have to play a game of 51 pick-up.

Ernie: Isn't it 52 pick-up?

Bert: *shows him final card* This one is 52.

Ernie: *laughs and puts Rubber Duckie and the Duckie Copter down and begins to play 51 pick-up*

Bert: *also playing 51 pick-up*

Susie: A cleaning game ? Can I play?

Ernie: Sure Susie!

Bert: The more the merrier!

Susie: *joins them* Speaking of which, where's Ellie?

Ellie: *runs into the room with a bottle pink of silly string* YOLO! *about to spray it everywhere*

Susie: Found her! Ellie, please don't spray that bottle!

Ellie: Good point Susie, YOLO is kind of dumb, but the song isn't bad.

Robin :Hi Mom..I have a note from Mr.Rodriguez. It's end of the year conference time. Robin hands me the note Hey Mom..do you think some night he could come over to dinner?
Um...we'll see. looking over the note then reading the end which is in Mr. Rodriguez's handwriting:
"Kathy:
I had to hand out these notes as a formality.Robin honestly is doing fine but you have to come in anyway .Is next Monday at 11 okay with you? Let me know.Or we could confer over the phone.
Thank you.
H.R.
PS. Hope those horrific headaches are going away."
Robin: So what did Mr. Rodriguez have to say?
That you're a nosy frog! No..I have to see him next Monday at 11. I have to write back to him to confer that. And yes...we'll have him over to dinner some night but after you're out of his class. I don't want you being called "teacher's pet" because he had dinner with us.
Robin: That sounds fair.
Good. Now go wash your flippers for dinner. .pushing the brim of his baseball cap over his eyes Lights out!
Robin: Mo-om!adjusting his baseball cap You're silly!
Well take the cap off anyway . You're inside now.

Cait: *looks around* ... *silently sneaks back into her room, unlocks and opens the door...*

Animal: WO-MAN! *tackleglomps*

Cait: AAAAH! D= *falls to ground*

*the rest of the roomies rush over*

Lips: Animal! What the heck, man...?

Cait: *gets up, trying to maintain breathing* Warn me... before... you use.. Animal... as a guard dog, guys.

Digit: Caitlyn! *hugs*

Cait: *is hugged* Still have wind... knocked out of me from last hug... @_@

Digit: Sorry. ._. *lets go*

Janice: Like, it's rully great that you're back!

Cait: And I will always--! Hey, I got happy hour drinks in the car. There's one for each of us. O.0 *sips her Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper*

Ailie: -hears noise coming from the hallway and races out-
CAAAAAIT!

Sam: Who let her out of her strait-jacket?!

Blind Pew: ...I thought eet would be funny.

Sam: >_>

Spamela: Oh my gosh, Cait's back!

Dr. Teeth: She is? Sweet! C'mon, let's hit up Room 9! :3

Spamela: Okay!

Zoot: -follows them absentmindedly- ...cake?

Spamela, Teeth, Zoot (kind of), and Ailie: -tacklehug Cait and her roomies-

Cait: *trapped under a mountain of friends* Still... have wind knocked out of me... from Animal, guys... @_@

Animal: Dog pile! *jumps onto the group*

Janice: *giggling* Like, hey guys. x3

Lips: O_0;;;;;

Digit: ... I can't feel my legs, guys. o_o