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Very funny! I like it! Beau P.s. Sure, he's eaier to draw, but he isn't cute. Sorry, I still dispise this movie for making a disgusting hash of a beloved story and series.

I love him to. I've only read the comics, but he's the greatest.

*the smoke makes the smoke-alarm go off* *runs out and grabs baby* Look out. Smoke's about! *dumps baby down* How many times must we say, keep outta the kitchen? *grabs tea-towel and starts flapping it at the smoke alarm to wave the smoke away and stop it* Oh boy. Why do I get...

Good. Wonderfull. Splendid. Marvilous. *get up, and walks into the kitchen* Oh fiddlesticks! *sees smoke blowing from the oven where his dinner had been cooking* *opens over, and waves hands sending smoke everywhere* Shhh. Shhh. *blows* Stop, stop! *remeber babys* *grabs...

Oh, so kind. I can have you nappy. Why, thank you. Nooo! Do Not take your nappy off! Not. Stop that. Good. Now, look kids, I think we may have got off on the wrong foot...*looks at feet* That's an expresion. Wrong foot means...um...wrong..er...foot. Anyway. Let's try and start over...

*sinks head into hands* No, I'm not ok. *breaking down* I need some serious help. And I want a cup of tea. And a biccy. And a hug...

Aaaaagh! This must be it! The end...the fairy's will kill me..and... *cough* What am I thinking. *drops mop and lid, sits on the floor* Hello children. *unscrews the mop-head and puts it on like a wig* *silly voice* Oooh, hellooo. I'm Mopatop! Come on children, come out and...

Really, I thanks???? Is that english as we know it? j.k. ;)

*half opens eyes, and crawls into the kitchen* *dials work* Susan? You there...Yeah, I'm being held prisoner by my two childr-...huh? I heard a crash from the living room. I think the babys have escaped. *hangs up, and advances into the livingroom with a mop, and a dustbin lid as a...

*screams* *throws bottles in the air* I knew it! They are going to kill me! *dives behind sofa* They'll get me with their evil laser beams...oh this is embarasing. I hope mother dosn't get back just now. *gets up* *picks up botles* People of...earth? no. That sounds wrong...

*claps hands to ears* The baby's are CHANTING! *runs into kitchen, slams a pot down on the cooker, sloshes some milk into it* Chanting babys. What next? They'll roast me over a spit before mother's get home... *the milk boils over* Blast! *grabs pan* Ouwhoohahayow! *runs...

*scratches head* Oh boy. The baby's don't want lunch. Some milk? Darn. *hunts on shelves for "Baby Book: A Guide to Babys, the Universe, and Everything"* *opens book* "In case of baby not eating, you can warm the milk in a sourcepan." That isn't helpfull. *to babys*...

*comes downstairs, and sits on the sofa. Flips on the TV* *yawns* I'd better get some lunch. Babys? Want some lunch? Why am I asking them if they want some lunch. I take, and make the desicions around here. Babys, we are having lunch. Er..what should we have?

Alright. *walks into kitchen and returns with a peg on nose* Ok. *walks into kitchen and returns with two pairs of large tongs to use as arm extensions* Hmmm. *walks into kitchen and returns with a cloth wrapped around face, and only eyes to be seen* Ah ha! *walks into...

Another Nightclub scene? Curious. That must be where Clifford was in the photos.

*calm female voice* Warning. Warning. Warning. Warning. *panicked beauregard voice* This is going to be ouchy! *screamy everyone voice* Kallabonga!

Has anyone seen the birthday boy?

I cn send you Monster in the mirror, Luke, thanks for the song you sent me last night. I like it.

Ok, Ok, *blows on hands* I can do this. I can do this. Babies? *walks into front room* Babies, this is your father speaking. We are going to be very good, and we are not going to...What is that Smell! Who did that?

Nice mug shot! Er...I mean, nice mug! I want one!