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Father: *reviving, thanks to the moss* We really should get someone in to deal with the mould...*to Harvey* Something about an insurance con? Or an interesting conundrum? I'm afraid you lost me. *to Miss Mingostone* It's all very need to know...*whispers* You probably never guessed this, but...

Father: That thing? It's a pop-up Muffin toaster...Have no fear! It's new. I redecorated between series...or someone adjusted the set anyway...

Father: Oh but I was about to feed--Oh, but she's gone. Oh but I can't leave them alone with--Oh, but Mingo's back down. Oh! But did I leave the oven on? Ahh, but the monster ate that too. Oh! But isn't there...*rushing about to get ready...grabs bathrobe from hat-rack instead of coat* Oh, but...

Father: *pin-wheeling arms to move back from Nell's kisses* Perhaps we should...actually, not right here with the children...But, ahh! Minglestick's taking them up...Maybe we could...? You know...Well, it doesn't take long...We could just...You know...Go for dinner or something?

Father: *still under the impression that Nell is his wife* Christy...well, I'm gunna call you Nicky! Since you are in one of your magical moments...And wow, this really is...real...*pulls at Nell's cheek to be sure it's not some kind of mask* It's wonderful to have you back! Your children! Of...

Father: *finally breaking off the kiss* Christy---? *putting Kenya down gently* Is that you? I had no idea you were returning today, especially in disguise...You should send me a postcard or a letter or a phone call or fix the dishwasher or a telepathic message or at LEAST let me know it's you...

Father: A dishwasher washes dissshh--- *is kissed*

Father: *upon noticing Nell wondering* Can I help you? Are you the person they sent to fix the dishwasher? *to Mingostone* Of course! I still have some of Jana's babyfood in the kitchen. Good thing I never lost that! Does she have your taste-buds? Should I grind a little some glass into the food?

Father: Did I hear the doorbell? Or...perhaps I just heard the door-crashing-open-against-the-cow-bell-hung-on-the-coat-rack-bell....*shrugs* Ahh well. Could be nothing.

Father: *ducking, checks above him to make sure nothing is falling from the ceiling* Oh! Right! *picks up Kenya* Clearly not Viq, then, silly me...As if he'd be talking to his father. *to Miss Mingostone* I believe your daughter is imitating mine...Probably not a good thing for someone as...

If I'm thinking correctly, the dark Roger Rabbit type film is a Jim Henson film, but not using the Muppets themselves. I also loved Frank's move the Death at a Funeral. It's like he was made for British comedy!

Father: *looks from Vibs to Kenya* Oh, I...must have gotten mixed up somehow... VIBS! Have you made Viq into a baby version of you again?

Father: Not now Vibs! *blinks* Vibs? Did your brother make you into a baby again...?

Maybe he's hibernating...

Father: *now peering through the window* I say, it does seem to be getting rather dusky...Either a cloud's gone over the sun, or someone's been dusting the piano at the Cole house again...What's that, Mr Harvey? Oh, you'll find a the fine toothbrush is in the bathroom...next to the fancy...

Maybe Scooter's uncle owns the apartment building...

Father: *to Miss Mingostone, with back to window where kidnapping and fire-shows and magic plant growing were going on* And that's when I said, she said, "It's a nicknak, Patty Whack, give the frog a loan! His old man's a rolling stone." Get it? *glances just Mairin's flame trick* Does anyone...

Father: Vibs! I've told you, no swearing in the living room! And besides, Living Heck isn't even a real word, so who's the real looser? YOU are!...*to self* Moppet, that's no way to speak to children...Jack! Feet off the thing!

Father: *phone rings and father picks up, balancing conversations as seals do balls* Yes, no. Maybe. Was the office your room, Jack? That explains the black and white duvet. *into phone* I don't think so. Is it? Well did anyone pay-off the heating bill? Yes, Rye-flour. *up the stairs* Vibs...

Father: *to Jack* Don't be ridiculous, you can't park your bike in the office...