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Father: Hey! I can't answer for anything my Mom does, same as you can't explain where your Mother bought that knobbly-cane of hers. If your Brother sends you hunting for the unhuntable, what have I got to do with that? I barely get to talk to that old fiend of mine any more. Oh, I wondered why I...

I have oft' wondered why the old rhymes were so morbid and filled with death, violence, and vandelism..."London's Bridge is falling down." "London's Burning." "Ring'a'ring'a roses." "Here comes to candle to light you to bed, here comes the chopper to chop off your head." "Grand Old Duke of...

Father: I'm lost...Which is, of course, why I'm wondering around the woods with a map...But seriously, you lost me at "goose." Where have you been, why did my Mother try to trap you in the past, and how the dickens did it take you so long to get back? *steps back* I'm gunna need a few answers.

Father: *spins around, startled, to see Mother behind him* Oh um...*cough* *releases fly* My fly was loose...it's sorted now...Mother...wow...How have you been? *hugs*

Father: *in a dark woods, following map and trail* The rustling of leaves...the swishing of sullen clouds...the annoying buzz of a pesky fly...This can only mean one thing...*snaps hand out and catches the fly* Christy, how many times do I have to tell you not to use the fly on the wall trick if...

Elephants on toast with marshmellows? Pass the gravey!

I used to see him, vaguely, and threw a haze REALLY late at night on Yahoo Messenger, years ago. I'm sure I smelt him somewhere recently...and I think he still checks in from time to time. Byron, where are you man?

Father: *studying map intensly* Looks like I need to move fourteen feet forward, go over a gate and down that road...and I'll have actually left my street. *keeps following map towards the place the Robots are holdig their prisoners*

Hear hear! *holds up ticking clock* Time is the great healer, people.

Well...as far as I can make out, Annie Sue appeared in the background during the second season, first in episode 214 in a group of hip Muppets (wearing a pink wig instead of her signature yellow curls). Episode 214 was Elton John, with the production dates October 25-27, 1977 and the air...

Father: Right. I'm off then, Dandan. I have an appointment with a plumet to the death. *scans map for logical locations of georgraphy deep enough for pits, and wide enough for aligators and secure enough for remaining hidden* Well, there's Wilson's...but I can't see our managment having the snap...

I have never heard the Elephant...but if Vic thinks it, I'm agreeing.

Father: We like to call them scones...unless they're s'gone.

Father: Why did you hand me a garden rake?

Father: *pauses on indecision* Look, sister-in-brother-in-law-in-thing...While a collection of pencil sharpners would be a rather nice and diverting way to spend ones afternoon...I really must be going. *unfolds map* *turns map upside down* *flips map over* *squints* *folds map away again*...

I have no idea what you are talking about...

Father: On second thoughts, lodger stealing robots really do have a ring to them...bye! *leaves rapidly out the door*

Father: I'd love to stay and chat but robots stole my lodgers...*heads to leave house, thinks, and returns*...actually, I'd love to stay and chat.

Father: That explains the vacuum and the dry toast...whatever did you do with the butter?

Father: *dials out on mobile* Hello, is that the Magic School? I'd like to leave a note for Mother if and when you see her. Apparently some relatives of ours have been kidnapped by strange auntomated alternatives to our son and his pet so I'm out to get them...I'll be back in time for tea. *ends...