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Nope. But I do have this one *points to tickignmissile under arm*

Mildred wonders why Mildred is all alone. Mildred thinks...*cough* Oh, dear. Mildred has been listening to Elmo for too long. I mean I have. Or...*panic look*

Darn...I knew I should have taken cover...

Sure! *hands Lisa a lit stick thereof*

Ahhh! I see. Pronounced Fella. I was thinkign Fellow, which is outdated. Sorry. Excuse me. Anyhow, that is not nec. common english practice. Generally called Boyfriend. Only occasionally fella, or "Chap" or "Your man" *leaves therad in a hurry* Chow!

Good gracious *doing the figures* Your's is much less than ours!!! Ours is $6!!!! What the heck be you folks fussing about!!!

*stepping out of the bushes back into Team Chicken camp* What a curious bunch of creeeters. I supose no one taught them grammer, I for one, am an advocate for grammers. My Gramma taught me that a Grandma is worth it's wait in gold. Which must be why I accidenly sold her, and took to Grammer...

And you sir are not on ours, so keep your hands to yourself. *stalks away*

Actually, dear cute thing, no. You see, we are opposing teams. I'm as likely to tie you toi a stake and roast you like a commen savage as be your friend..yes, I know,I read too much of the Swollows and Amazons by Arthor Ransome...what was I saying?

You live in a Swareing-curseword town, D'Snowth? *just kidding* Anth, what mean you? How do the american prices compare to english?

*stepping delicatly into the woods* I sware I saw something pink and furry and...Oh...*looks down nose over glasses* A Furry red monster, Elmo, you are on Team Penguin, not team Pelican. I mean, team duck, not *shiver with distain* chicken. Did you loose your direction, dear? (ooc: Why do...

Now where are those others. Certainly, Gonzo I would expect to makea grand, if somewhat late, entrance, but Sam. A respectable (and georgious) gentleman of his statue...stature, where is the chap? P.S. FRM, you ned to post in your teams color, do you know how? Oops, EDIT, I see you have...:p

Moppet: *whispering* I was bearly in it, sonny, after all I...actually,I was wern't I... Father: Yes, you were, and I was not. I mean, obviously,I was there in body, but not in spiriti, I mean..um..never mind... Moppet: I supose you could be there when Mother is cleaning the attic. Father: I...

*strugglign with ropes* Mmis mig no mag to meat a mingfishmun. Interprited: This is no way to treat a englishman. Mn Mngfishman, magter Interprited: An englishman, rather *the celler door bangs open* Magrasm Moosey! Momph mak? Interprited: Morning Rossa. What's that? Oh...

*grabs dynamite* This'll make short work of your school, Vibsa.

The early bird catches worms...or, something like that.

Let me see *looks at the days itinery* My tour guide says nothing about this island except that it is inhospitable, shame I didn't read it until I arrived. Drats! Now, let me see, maybe we should definatly start on the hunt for a fire. After all the gnats will elope at night...*looks around at...

Mr Moppet: *adjusting glasses* I do belive she meant alll as in, "All that are here" not, "All, which are here" *adjusts...wait...Father doesn't even wear glasses...takes off glasses* SuZan? Did you leave your glasses on my face?

Well,I for one was thinking more, you know, starlit skies (or, um, chandeleas), a dance floor, Soft music, music you can float to...like a raft gently up and up toward heaven, well, maybe more of a ladder thana raft... I wonder when the rest of our team shall arrive. And whether we...

As I see it to gain a fire, we must create a fire. But I suppose we shall have to h'wait for our cute host to mouch back to us. Meanwhile, tell me about yourself. You like to dance?