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You make broad speculations about people in the UK, my dear. I'd wondered myself whether any of the new shows were shown here. It's possible that it was cancelled because each show is quite lengthy. Most shows here are only 5-10 minutes long, for kids that age. I think?

Mrs Moppet Senior: I'm warming to you, girl. Could you and your sappy life partner steal something for me? Father: *shakes Jack off him and stands* Mother, I am going to ask you to leave only this once. Mrs Moppet Senior: Do. Father: Please, leave my house. Mrs Moppet Senior: No...

:cool: Hippy Bath Day! :cool: And, yes, you really do need a bath...

Mrs Moppet Senior: Ahh...Mairin, is it? The wonder woman who stole Jack's affections. Seems every weedy woman I meet tries to steal someone from me. Father: *growls* Mumsy, you are not making this any easier for any of us, will you please start explaining yourself or I am going to have to...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *pulls cork out of bottle with teeth* Anyway...that was the sad story of Parker Moppet. He abandoned a future of excitment and mystery for...*looks around* This. Father: *twitches* Mum, we do not need to go through this again. Not with...people around. Mrs Moppet Senior...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *note to self: Spiders and other creepy crawlies do not turn Jack on...redesign hotel bedroom.*

Mrs Moppet Senior: Hammered, I think, would be the word. Why else would he marry such a pathetic creature? Don't think he didn't have choices...there was a sultry spanish woman in Europe, but nooo... Father: How did you know abo-- Mrs Moppet Senior: Mother sees everything. Father...

Igor! Your post count is 111 today! How fabulous!

Father: *silent* I don't want to talk about it. Mrs Moppet Senior: Allow me. My son, such as he is, was a highly-trained special field agent of mine...up until he found love, left his life and his Mother, and married a sea wench.

Father: Mind if I light a candle or something? Mrs Moppet Senior: Light your face for all I care...I didn't invite you here. Father: Steady on! You burst into my house, shattered my floor, and... Mrs Moppet Senior: Cry yourself a river, build a bridge and get over it. Jack, don't touch...

(OOC: Miss Mingostone's baby! Who knows what happened to Jana...! You carry on with your plan, since mine is only half cooked so far but might involve a teensy bit of time travel.) Father: Didn't you think to install a light or something in here? Mrs Moppet Senior: Idiot... Father...

Father: My fut- Mrs Moppet Senior: *lipcurl* Your foot? Father: Your pas- Mrs Moppet Senior: My as-what? Stop dribbling, and find a torch of some description. Father: Yes, mum. *hurries to drawer and scrabbles for a flashlight* Here. Mrs Moppet Senior: *flicks it on and jumps down...

*hammers signpost into ground* "On the 2nd of June, 2007...Nothing Happened."

Mrs Moppet Senior: Oh, so your boss is going to join us? Sounds delicious. Father: Huh...*notices a handle in the floorboards, and lifts it, pulling open a trapdoor which leads to an ancient underground basement bunker* Why don't I remember this place... Mrs Moppet Senior: Perhaps because...

My thoughts exactly...Who is James Vaughan? Isn't he the England Cricket team coach?

Mrs Moppet Senior: *re pillow* Hold that thought. *pushes sofa back and yanks up the edge of the carpet, snapping nails out of the floorboards* Father: If you must destroy something, start with the kitchen we already-- Mrs Moppet Senior: Must I shoot you to shut you up? *to Jack, with...

Mrs Moppet Senior: I know you have a dragon, sweetcakes, I've seen it. Don't call me child, I'm older than your mother. Father: When did we develop a basement? Mrs Moppet Senior: Of heaven forfend, boy! Where did you suppose the secret bunker was kept? In a tree house? Father: We had a...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *to camera* I'll strike you with a post... *looks Marian up and down* Well, she's a scrawny little thing. Tight, but homely. *steps closer to Jack* I'm experienced. *to Father* Basement. Now. Father: We don't hav- Mrs Moppet Senior: *rolls eyes* I don't have time for...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *all dressed in leather, with studs, and a streak of grey hair down the centre of otherwise died black curls* *to Jack* Hello sexy. Father: *swallows tea the wrong way, half drowing* Mrs Moppet Senior: *glares at Father* You. I need a word with you.

Father: *snaps fingers at Jack's last remark* Ahhh! That explains why the church phoned earlier and expressed a curse of doom upon our house unless the highly decorated, authentic, artificial, antique pews were promptly returned. I assume you had them with you for cleaning? Mrs Moppet Senior...