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<Pokes Prawnie with a stick>

OH THAT IS GORGEOUS! Oh gosh, Prawnie, I needed that... I love the description of the candle on the table. I mean, I loved all of it, but that description really stick out to me. (Lots of Jewish holidays involve candles... I've spent lots of time watching them over the years.) The whole thing is...

Chapter Twelve A box. It was a box. It was a box addressed to him. It was a box addressed to Private First Class Kermit the Frog. It was a box addressed to Private First Class Kermit the Frog, from the United States Marines. It was a box addressed to Private First Class Kermit...

<Drags in bin of thirty-four teddy bears> <leaves> <Comes back with big tall stack of soft, cozy, freshly-cleaned blankets> <leaves> <Comes back with various stuffed creatures- two cats, a snake, a lamb, a sea otter, a dolphin, and a dog> <leaves> <Comes back with tray of...

(I SEE IT I SEE IT I SEE THE REFERENCE! GAH!) For the hundreth time, Prawn, MY NAME IS NOT FRAN! <Whacks Prawnie over head with frying pan>

Kid, I'd appreciate it if you didn't play with a creepy floating lizard ghost... But... Well just be careful, all right?

<Raises eyebrow at creepy lizard ghost> <deadpan> You can do anything as long as you believe in yourself. <turns to Bo> Oh, sorry, bad aim. <Sprays hair and extinguishes fire, leaving mere ashes where there used to be hair> Well, that's one way to save money at the barber shop.

Oh, am I? Sorry. <Turns hose on and sprays Bo> You probably haven't showered yet today, anyway.

Oh, chill, it was in middle school. Can you believe we were required to take a baby sitting class? Anyway. Would you help me put the fire out in your son's hair?

Oh, for heaven's sake! Why can't anything stay sane around here? The dead lizard can fly, my husband/fiance/brother/other half's son has firecrackers on his head, and Mr. AB-Whatsit is just standing there talking my sister's ear off. And all my husband can do is read the newspaper! Hey, um, Kid...

Agent Bert Cashew? Gesundheit. Well, Mr. ABC, are you sure you're not looking for the LION family? They're next door. You might want to bring them something when you go, though, they're a feisty group when they come home from getting their claws sharpened... Or do they file them down? I can...

It DOES! It makes you look all strong and tough. He just looks like he's hiding in it. ...Which, to be honest, he probably is and should be. <Answers door> Oh, hello, Mr. um... FBI/LPA man. What did you say your name was? Charges? I'm sorry, we don't have any credit cards. You must be looking...

<Sigh> The FBI is NOT out to get us. You and your paranoia... If anyone's out to get us, it's the Lizard Protection Agency, which hopefully doesn't exist. And yes, my dear sister, that helmet looks stunning on you. I swear, you can make anything look good. How come you got all the good jeans...

I second Prawnie 100 percent. And I have to say that there are so many little things I love about the book... I'm fond of Fridays with Fozzie, for example. The thank you's at the beginning are also wonderful. I adore every mention of Robin... Okay, so I'm biased there, but still... I must...

<Tilts head to side> <whacks Prawnie's hand with frying pan> Look what happens when you don't wash your hands before you eat.

<Whispers to delivery boy> Yes, thank you, here's a nice little tip... Never wear brown and black together. Now go quick before my husband sees you! <Brings in prime ribs> Right here, DARLING. And my name is NOT FRAN! <Whacks Prawnie over head with frying pan>

Chapter Eleven Kermit watched as Robin woke up, careful not to look at the young frog's eyes. Robin looked around, surprised but not at all displeased to find that he was still in Kermit's arms. "Good morning, Robin," Kermit said simply. Robin hugged him. "Good morning, Uncle...

....WHAT black bag?

<Growls> My name is not FRAN! <whacks frying pan on Prawnie's head>

<raises eyebrow> That, no, because your father gave me permission to hit you. Remember?