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Father: *hands letter to Mr Harvey* It's a Q...someone's been leaving the magnetic fridge letters in the bed again...Hey Janna sweetie! Did you sleep ok? Didn't end up in any imaginary deserts or travel on any barnacle infested ships? *to Harvey* These kids and their imaginations...Sometimes...

Father: *snatching letter* Maybe she does smell...*sniffs letter*...rather good, actually...*ahem* But that really is my concern, not yours...By the way, have you smelt any letters that might be from my older son lately? Probably smell salty, slightly sweaty and like video game consoles.

Father: Pity it doesn't think its a sheep...I could've counted it and fallen back to sleep...Good morning, Bill. Any letters for us today?

Uncle Deadly's Home of Badness? I haven't heard of that either...I'm very interested in that!

Father: Oh good, it's a lot less uncomfortable now there's a horse in the room...*pulls toes under covers*

Father: Is it just me, or does it suddenly become much more uncomfortable when there is just one person left with me in the bedroom...

Father: Keep the water off the...Great...I always wanted a water bed...

Father: Jana is...well, one would assume sleeping...As everyone should be at this outrageous time in the morning...*looks at watch: 10.00 am* Anyway! Did anyone bring breakfast in bed? Please don't make crumbs on the expensive duvet...

Father: *squinting* Is it? Don't sit there! We really don't need mud on the carpet! I walk around in bunny-slippers most days to prevent it! If you must sit somewhere, sit on this very expensive duvet or something...

Father: Oh good, the morning papers...or should that be, oh good morning...the papers...*to Jack* Here's the thing, remember the story of Rumpelstiltskin? How a fair maiden was captured and forced to turn gold into straws for McDonald milkshakes or something similar...And how she called upon the...

Father: *beginning to leap up, then realising that he is still in pyjamas, wraps blanket around self* School! Yes! Oh what a great idea! *ahem* As I said...gives you great work opertunites *aside* And it would keep him out of the house... *to Jack* And you're right...you could chap and rone and...

Father: Ahh...well...Did you happen to bring any tea up with you? And those earrings really don't suit you...please put them back. *coughs* Right...School...The thing is, are you sure you want to return to school?...It was hard enough for me the first time round...

(OOC: If no one minds...I'm gunna make it the next morning...) Father: *waking up in bed* *yawns* Aaaaaah! *stretches* Heeee! *hums a few notes of morning song* *turns over to see Jack* AAAAAHEEEE! *pulls covers up around chin*

Father: *to Bill* I...put it this way, last I checked I had one wife, one nanny, one past, 5 children, one-boy-next-door-sometimes-living-here, one postman, one co-worker, one hobo, one brother-in-law, one bikeshed, and half a dozen pieces of flora and fauna...*turns to camera* Isn't that enough...

Father: *whispers* Her name is some kind of cattle...*to Jana* Oh, hey, there's a crab hanging onto your sock...

Grosse was never really shown to be a man of great intellect...and probably would have grabbed it in a moment if it meant better credit ratings and his having to spend less money per-month.

Father: Well, Bill, put down the gift-wrapped goose and you can certainly check of the cellar, but beware of the... alligator pit! But I'm joking...But seriously, beware of it. *to Jana* I don't wanna hear any more of your excuses young lady, when you wake up...you are bathing and showering and...

Father: Well...What might make this party more fun is being lifted and *hits ceiling and collapses on floor* dropped? Did anyone else feel that?

Father: Oh good. About time someone raised the intellectual level of this party...*smiles wannly...or possibly warmly...*

Father: Well, Billb, this is Mr Harvey with an M and an H. And an A, an R, half a W, an E, and sometimes Y.