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HAAAAAAAAA! Oh those last three lines are BRILLIANT! AND! PRAWNIE! PUT ME IN TEARS, WHY DON'TCHA! When the River Meets the Sea... Robin's PARENTS! OY! YOU! <GLOMP> And and-- STAAAAAAAAR! <happy sorta whimper> THANK YOU MOM FOR EVERYTHING! And and and PIGGY called Dad, DAD! DUDE I TOTALLY...

Working? No. Doing homework? Yes. Making progress on this particular story? ...I... plead the fifth. Giving up on this particular story? Heck no! It's just... on a backburner at the moment. Simmering, if you will. Hang on a second; I'll give it a quick stir... ...Hmmm... Needs more salt. :hungry:

Chapter Nineteen Kermit sat out on the front porch, waiting. It was... It was unbelievable, really, how well Miss Piggy was doing now... That tiny little intermittent sliver of a sparkle was getting a little more frequent, and while she did still flinch, it was... Well, she flinched when...

Lisa: ...Robin, was it my imagination, or were you just carried by a robin? Robin: ...<Sigh>... Rowlf: Lisa, YOU were carried by some sort of large, intimidating bird of prey. Lisa: ...Your point? Rowlf: Well, if Robin was carried by a robin... Lisa: ...Hush, you. <sigh> <stretches out and...

Lisa: <double-take> WHY MAKE SENSE WHEN IT'S MORE PROFITABLE TO MAKE DOLLARS? Rowlf/Dr. Bob: Keep it down, Lisa, I'm on the phone! <ahem> Yeah, I'd try to avoid the Zlotys... No, I don't know how it's spelled... Stick to the Euro if y'go foreign, though...

Lisa: <Darts after treasure chest> <opens it> <makes a funny face> <closes it> ...I don't know what that is. ...But it is not treasure. And it is not the thump-thump. ...Does this "Jimmy" chap happen to have any rum? <wanders after Clifford and Prawnie>

Rowlf: <still on the phone> Sure, Francs'll do. Or Pounds. But don't make too many of those, they're hard to lose...

Lisa: <examining Prawnie's arms> No no no. That's your CHESS hand. Entirely useless. The OTHER one is your croquet hand.

Lisa: Yes, a hand really isn't any good without an arm. Not that you should take that, either. Believe me, I comandeered an arm once in exchange for admission to some nook in cyberspace, and I STILL haven't the FAINTEST clue where to put. Ended up shipping it off to England.

Lisa: <leans against Prawnie> You really do take "lending a hand" a bit seriously, don't you, matey?

Lisa: <puts hand on head> I need a hat. Chef: <puts his hat on Lisa's head> Lisa: ...I'm afraid that's not QUITE what I had in mind there, mate. <returns hat to Chef's head>

Rowlf/Dr. Bob: Just a second. M'phone's ringin'. <pulls rotary dial phone out of nowhere and picks it up> Hello? ...What? Making sense? Oh... Could be serious. Yeah, better hurry up and make some dollars instead. Or Pesos, Euros, Shekels, dubloons... Lisa: RUM? <scurries around the lawn> Rum...

(I have THREE minds. You expect me to make ALL of them up? I've tried. It may result in several side effects, including but not limited to headaches, shortness of breath, dizzyness, sleepwalking, sudden death, dehydration, dichromatism, dyslexia, and making sense. But why make sense when it's...

Lisa: <grabs Gonzo and starts dancing> I'M just, a little, black rain... CLOUD! HOVERING under, the honey tree! Oh I'M just, a little, black rain... CLOUD! PAY no attention! To little me! Oh EVERYONE knows that a rain... CLOUD! NEVER eats honey! No, not a nip! I'm just floating... AROUND...

Lisa: Horsie? Horrrsie... <blink> ...Winnie? ...<blink> <starts dancing and singing> Winnie the Pooh! Winnie the Pooh! Chubby LITTLE CUBBY all stuffed-with-fluff-ees! Winnie the Pooh! Winnie the Pooh! Silly little willy old bear!

Robin: <watches birds> Hey, look! A robin! ...<looks down at self> <looks at robin> ...Two Robins.

Lisa: Hoooorsiiieee... Robin: <eyes the pulley suspiciously> <steps away from it> <eyes Lisa suspiciously> ...<steps away from her, too> Lisa: Horsie? HORSIE? Chef: ...Gar, de shmur... sheepinde DEED de wanna horsie de be de be de be... Robin: ...Who's Debbie? Lisa: HORSIE? Horsie? Horsie...

Lisa: <double-take> Horsie? <looks around> Horsie? Rowlf: No, no, it was a figure of-- Lisa: Horsie? <wanders front lawn> Horsie? Rowlf: ...Maybe she hit her head on the way down.

Lisa: <stares forlornly up at roof> ...I knew I should've learned the fiddle. Rowlf: Fiddle? Lisa: Fiddler on the Roof. The fiddler can keep his balance... <looks at ground> I apparently fell. Chef: Shmur gum SHUUR de bungshky MURNER! Rowlf: <double-take> Wha? Lisa: Nothing. Nothing. He...

<GLOMP!> FRANK! The "calling"! The monologue/speech! The heckling! Professional relationship! HE FINALLY TOLD HER WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! And all the clarifications there and OOH the almost-karate-chop and why was Scooter spying and WHEE! Never speak of the moment again... <Laughs!> <HUGS!>...