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*raises eyebrows* Honey? Milk will surfice... Certainly, I would ppreciate seeing a little of your...er...wardrobe. Perhaps you could pick out a few of your more favored things and drop by Wilson's later to share designs with Harvey, Mr, and myself?

Father: *appearing behind Mrs P* Do Not Say Another Word...

Father: Vic you are not Gonzo, so get that delusion outta your head young man! *to self* Is it commen for the host to yell at the judge? *to mic* Er...sorry....um...our next content is *loks at list* Father. fther! You're on! Drat...who messed up my listing like this..*sees spot light* Ok...

Father: *looking up* Vic, do get down from the stage curtains...We do not need the paper work...

Father: Quick, Harvey, call a medic, we do not need to be sued right now...

Father: *teeth clenched* Lovely...er...*shifty eyes, looking for a lever or some such to open a trap door below her feet as she goes on*

Well, no, on necks...mainly...Oh! Clothes! Sorry! *stands up and follows Izzy into the kitchen*

father: *sneezes* Sorry a little Pepper up my nose, speaking of which, allow me to indroduce the all singing all dancing all...foot tapping..er...never mind that...Mrs P! *applause*

You wouldn't happen to have any tea about you? Now, let me see, I, well...not sure where to begin, it's kind of embarasing really...you see...Cats, or, er, some animal races, not implying anything, but...and...well..*cough*...taste. Some animals have taste. Not liek Yacky, he just chops into...

Father: *looks around for a distraction before Mopet does anything else...* Note to non MopFam readers: moppet is Father's alter ego...

Certainly a walk would be pleasent, but I had intended to talk to...your wife, and the girls. While your hear...have you heard from Mother at all?

Father: *aside* I am sorry Cole, oldman, there's no excuse for him... Moppet: but there is excuse for Izzy to dance... Father: SHUT UP! *looks at the next contestent* Not you...

*passing the house* Vic that Fleece belongs to your Grandmother! Its probably full of fleas... *knocks on the Cole's door*

No, I don't think bill should do Teeth...Bill only has one laugh, and it ain't Teeths...

Moppet: Madam, you could certainly dance... Father: *cough*

Maybe not Doc..but certainly Sprocket. Perhaps with a new owner? A grand child of Doc?

Yeah...hadeha... Bea:zany:{Snort..}regard

SuZan!!! If you see Harvey anywhere, tell him I'll be back in five, gota go talk to some cats... And if magement calls, tell them I'm taking to my neices about fleas.

Father: Not as much as I wonder why I don't drag him off the stage for proclaiming to be a material girl when he quite obviously is nothing of the kind, I mean, would a material girl where those cheap sneakers that I passed off as brand name last christmas?

*on phone to management* Yes, I realise all that, but did yu concider....yes, i know, but like I said, I am assured by....certainly, yes, but my brother in law who's WIFE is a cat is...What? No, I am not mad, I'm saying I have a pet Yak and...hello? *looks at receiver*