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Morning Mother. How was work? How's your friend, er, this Mac?

It depends on the day, sometimes 30, sometimes none.

*jaw drops* I hadn't noticed!!! Wow...*grover voice* I'm so proud of me...

Chickens? I believe the word you are searching your mind for is, "Chicks," love. No offence, Sam.

Yes, it's a great idea. I wonder who else would be living there. George, Wayne, Wanda....

Oh, that Mag's is something of a tricky character, me thinks. *stiffleing laughter* I think not darhling, Mags has you Just where she wants you. Mitty, baby, you better watch your back, lol Excellent. A running gag. Something tells me that Clifford ain't never gunna fix that light...

Haha...hahahaha.....*hysterically laughing* Sorry, um, this was meant to be a serious fan-fic but...*snort*...*cough*...too funny...

I am not laughing. I am not laughing. I am not...ok, I am. This should Not be funny" But it Is!!! Mildred, Hilda! Excellent sue of the characters. And Bobo. And though somewhat grim, this is also hilarious. A penguin maniger with a fish stuck in it's throat. Delightfull. Also, if people don't...

Or would someone at least change your nappy...

*snatches briefcase away from dog* Don't you realise that there are papers in here? *looks in case* Where've they gone?

What? He did not finish it? Oooooh...Count, you are in Biggy Troubley! *looks at half finished fan-fics of my own, Ahheh...*

Perhaps you'd like to do it yourself next time Kimp.

*Mildred, dawing, pausing, drawing again, pauseing, drawing...* *frown* This is rubish. Right. Everyone, get in line. *pulls Digital camera from pocket* Now where can I download this too... How about right here: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/Camp1.jpg Does...

*frowns* Vic, how many times do I have to tell you to trumpet in the garden? It's fills up the house more than that milk is filling up my breif- Why is there milk filling up my breifcase? THERE'S MILK IN MY BREIFCASE!!!! *screams*

CUT TO: Another day, another time, another headache... *sits at the breakfast table with a newspaper* "Dear Editor, I'd like to Insist that the entire world did Not have delusions, I insist that a puppy climbed out of my handbag and chewed on my ear while sayign, "Oink."" *folds up...

Dog, no, stay, heel, back. Stupid doggy. Er, Woof, woof, bark, bark killing! No, get back here, those dog are evil killer puppies!!! *starts after dog* Is there no end of killer animals in these episodes?

Not sure what was up with it. Yup. I'll give it a try.

True, but don't you find his work alluring? I mean, come on, that Mona Lisa is positivley Sexy!

Hey Kids. now, can we get back to work, huh? *puppys start running out of the sourounding woods* Oh fudge...

Did I ever mention that I am married? *punches Rosa in the face* And that I happen to like my own kids better than te likes of scrawny vois!!! Moppet: The french? I like it. Moppet: Ok. Go on. *checks that Rosa is unconcious* Oh lord, what have I done?