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Thanky muchy! - Ooh, and I'm an original? Does that make me expencive? Like a Picasso or something? Yee! Thanks! It has been so far! You know that feeling when somene says, "Happy Birthday!" and you're not sure what to say so you say, "Happy Birthday to you too"? *giggles* Well, Happy...

Thank you! And, thank you for the TMS Script which you sent and *shifty eyes* I never thanked you for before. Oh!? It does!? *goes to find MC calander* Ooh! Yeeeeeeeeeeeee! Woah! Thank you so so so much! That is such a great, happy-happy card! Yee, and glark, and thank yooou!!! I...

I AM happy! However did you remember/know/etc? But I saw you had posted and went "Squeee!" so yey! Thanks Whatever!

What? Noo! Don't slash me! Wait...what? We have known each other for a long time! I remember last year, perfectly! At midnight your time you hosted a party for me and I was sooo surprised and couldn't stop smiling for hours...when I was meant to be sleeping. Tak for being you, and for...

Father: *takes a sip* Oh, eeeew! Gross, gross, gross...what did you...is that why they call you Peapea???

Father: Something less weird would be...uuch, who am I fooling? This is my house after all...I'll take grape.

Father: Yes, yes, I know all that...well not about the model...but are there any spare tea bags in there?

Father: *opens cupboard* Do you have something to share with the class there?

Father: *sits at the table in the Moppet Family kitchen* It's nice to be home...drinking tea...not killing anything...*moves tea-cup and squashes an ant* Oops...Look, honey, can I get you anything? -- Ron: *stands outside the Moppet House* Good luck, Moppet old man...*turns and walks away*...

Father Moppet: *staring into the hard eyes of Christy, and melting a little inside* I had hoped...we could go home? Ron: *from across the room, strides towards them* Mr Moppet, I have here in my hand...a little something that you might have lost. *waves a pink sheet of paper* It is a list...

Father: I see...Although it seems rather tiny, and it's planted in the middle of the sofa...

Father: *looks away from the window* Oh, sorry, what was that Kyle? I was distracted by a bid landing on the feeder I set up last year.

(You are in prison, but Ru mentioned that all students whould knw to escape by whistling an old school song. Also, Vanessa has gone inside to find you.) Father: *at home* Herb, you take the twins room then, they can sleep with Mother...I'll find soe plastic rain-roofing for the dog-house.

(Well, I went away for one week and between the four of us we got over 1,000 digital pics so I guess I can't comment :p Where in England did you come, by the way?)

Are we going to get any pictures of this wonderfull quilt?

*laughs!* *then thinks* Heh...I havn't...

Oh strange...are you sure he wasn't credited? Becuase it definitly wasn't Jerry doing Floyd...

Father: No...I didn't forget anything about, er, which one are you again?

Great to see you G-MAN!

Speaking of potty humour, I watched Dodgeball this evening...heaven preserve us and give me my money, sanity, and TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE BACK!