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Oh my gosh...the cow...and the leapfrogging...*humbly bows head in awe*

Oh! Is it working for you now, BF?

I'm just going to sit by this basket of muffins over here and smash my head in it a few times until this whole thing is sorted and we decide as a whole that Disney is doing the best it can, as a business, for the Muppets...

Beau: *dings the front desk* Hello, I think Ed wanted to speak to be about Bobo? Bo: Beau? Beau: Erm, yes? Bo: Did you say that Mildred and George could stay? Beau: Sort of. Mildred: *runs over* Oh Beau, Beau, thank you for saying we could stay. George: What she said. Bo: Sort of? *cocks...

Yes, they recently changed the postage system here in the UK. It is now gaged by size more than weight. A small envelope with 5 or six pages can be sent cheaper than a large postcard. Bizare, but true.

Father: *adjusts newspaper and looks over the top of it as the celler hatch flames and collapses* *glances upwards as Ivan calls down from above* *blinks as robot versions of Vic and Ted leave the celler* *frowns at the sound of thumps and crashes from above* *raises eyebrows as the robots pass...

Father: I don't think she did say? *folds up newspaper* Listen, I have to head to work...but you kids enjoy yourselves...Jack, you make sure that the *wink* packages are safe. I'll see you folks later. *leaves*

Father: *calmly takes ear-plug from left ear* Pardon? Sorry, I put these in for the party last night...and can't hear shouting.

Father: *whispers* How shifty? *sees Goat lean in and whisper* Aye...people who whisper are shifty as the shifty sand that shifts in...a...shifty manner.

Father: And possibly the gold-bars would be better off kept somewhere other than the mantlepiece for the time being...

Father: *sips tea* *watches* *whispers to Jack* Listen, I think if she's staying for a while, I should maybe move the finer china and silverwere into the office with you for a while...

Father: Well, Jack, I think she speaks English...but it might be Hoboish...try not to let her catch your eye.

Father: The job is private, the reasons private, and the cupboard in my study makred "Private" is private...which reminds me, where are you planning to sleep? The office is taken, as is the couch...Dog's not using his house, but if Mother saw me arriving at the party with a Yak and a Mingo...

Bo: *finally arrives back at room* Beau, did you dispose of the talking luggage bag? Beau: Not specifically... Mildred: *steps from other room* Ahh, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Mildred Huxattor, HMV, SUV, and IMDB. This is my fiance George. We sort of lost our way, somehow, and really need...

Father: How about me? I'd tell you to mind your own business, but it's clear you don't have one. *pours two cups of tea...for self, and another for Goat* Well, if I must tell you, I was raised in a middle-class family in Glendale with a mother who adored...my older brother, Bob. Anyway, there...

Bo: *runs out of room 11 and smacks into the EM guys exiting their own room* There's...talking luggage...in the...bedroom... -- Beau: *unzips the bag and raises eyebrows* What are you two doing here? Mildred: *steps carefully out of the luggage* We...well... George the Janitor: *steps...

Father: *twitch* I'll put the kettle on then, and crisp some bread. So tell me *heaps tea into pot* who was your mother? Who your father? Do you have a job? And why do I suddenly sound like Lady Bracknel? *ahem*

Father: *chokes* *moves further from the violent youth* What...er...would you like for food? Eggs and bacon? Tea and toast? Dry crusts and water? *narrows eyes*

You should totally take a photo...is there a Bakers shop on the street?

Father: If that's the best name you've got, young lady, I fear to hear the worst...Anyhow, as long as you're here, you might as well shower. I know a reputable hair-dresser -- who only sells red-hair on the black market -- and meanwhile, perhaps I can prepare some breakfast?