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Loved it all! Every bit! Especially the thought buble. Very clever.

And I wonder where she is...in my time of peril....kids, stay. Good kids. Jack, can you handle these guys?

Mildred: Shall we do the cha, cha? Me: We already had this joke. Mildred: New punch line. Me: Sorry. Mildred: Shall we do the cha, cha? Me: *open mouth to speak, but interupted by - * Train noise: Choo choo! Mildred: Or we could just do that instead.

Mildred: Is this a Cha cha? Me: I think... Bear: Do the cha, cha, cha... Me: ...I guess so.

Me: Polka? Mildred: Poke whom? Me: Maybe not then... Mildred: Tango? Me: Yes, please. Apple if that flavor is available. Mildred: never mind...

Mrs pepper, feel free to join. After all Vibs is here *cracks up* Never mind... Seriously, we'd love your presence even if you were just waltzing with the king of the cool. Mildred: Yes, we'd like your presence. Me: And your presents. Mildred: Dip. Me: WHoops...

Mildred: Tomatoes, how delightfull. Perhaps with a little salt and pepper. Me: Mrs Pepper! Tom Ate Toes! Mildred: I beg your pardon? Me: A lame joke. Mildred: Never mind...

Me: Look, there's Sgt and Mrs Pepper. Mildred: Where. Me: In the salad... (MrsPepper, because it was started about two hours ago)

Me: I wanna hold your ha-a-nd. Mildred: The beetles. Me: One point. Mildred: No, bugs. Me: And we're back to the listening device in the telephone jokes... Mildred: *pulling close, and whispering* There is an insect crawling up your trouser leg. Me; Oh. Well, don't shout too loud or...

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Mildred: Do you think a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Hm? Shakespeare. Me: *looks around* Mildred: Well? Me: Sorry, I thought you were talking to that guy. *A shaking sphere passes them*

Mildred: Tell me, do you have means to suport a family? Me: Means? I have an entire dictionary. Mildred: O-oh.

Mildred: Can someone ask for those two to be excused from this dance floor? Me: Vibs, Animal you must go. Mildred: No, no. Not them. Excuse them. *points with chin* Me: Excuse me you two. *to Mildred* Why? Did I burp? Mildred: Later...

Mildred: Get your hands off my delicate pets. Me: Sorry... Mildred: I meant the girl on my shoes. Me: Sorry...

Me: So, dearest, are you short sighted? Mildred: No, no. I have many dreams for the future. Me: No, your, glasses. Can you see properly? Mildred: Where? Me: On you. Drink Glass on Mildreds Head 1: Hurry and drink us, it's a high-wire act up here.... Drink Glass on Mildreds Head 2: Not that...

Mildred: I do declare that Emmily is doing the telephone rock. Me: That's the problem with rocks, they don't ring properly and if you talk to them they don't talk back. Rock: Hey, you got something to say, huh, say it ta my face there. Me: I would if..I could find your face.

Mildred: Please can we stop by the punch bowl? Me: It would be better if we didn't... Mildred: I'm parched! *stops at Punch bowl* Boxing glove extends, mises Mildred and hits me. Me: Charming. Now I'm punched...

Me: Who is that? Mildred: That's a penguin with a CUE card that says, "KEEP DANCEING" Me: Oh, right. Keep dancing. Mildred: Why thank you. *does a dip*

Mildred: Why do they call it a punch bowl? Me: Don't even ask. Bea:zany:{What a sad bunch we must be to end up danceing with imaginary Muppets while cracking the oldest puns in the book, or, um, we are perfectly timed comedians}regard

Me: That D'Snowth certainly adds a certain something to this floor. Mildred: Yes, I think commeners would call it Wacks. Me: Wax? Mildred: Oh, is there? *slips down, pullign me down also*