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I think the lawn is a little too damp still my dear, just wait for the sun to dry it. You wouldn't mind popping the kettle on again would you?

*calls* Vic! Your dog's cleaning out the fridge again.

Ahh. Right. Ok then. Good. *yells* Vic! If you're not going to school y'er Mother wants you to mow the lawns! *to Mother* What is for lunch then? I can do pasta, and pasta, and pasta. Or, what day is it, how about a treat lunch at, er, KFC?

*retrieves paper from dog, walks downatairs, sits at table* Day off, let me see, that must mean you have a list of things that need fixing for me. Drains to be unblocked? The fridge hasn't died again has it, because I did call out the repair man for that three wees ago...

*pulls breifcase away* I said Down dog! If he has a cold, then maybe he's asleep in bed still. I'll go and check on him. *walks upstairs, dragging a breifcase and attached dog behind* *is hit by blasting music from Vic's room* *bangs on door* Hey, Breakfast. You're Mother's in...

Day off...oh. Yes. I do recall you saying something about it. Down Dog! VIC! Your dog's eating my breifcase! And, Mother, Vic dosn't have the day off to does he now? He should be at school at this hour.

Oh. Look at the time. *picks up breifcase and paper* Well, I'm off to work, dear. Have a good day

What's that, dear? *double take* Oh. Would you look at that. I take my eyes off my plate for one second and the Dog nicks my breakfast. *mutters* I did say about keeping a dog. *yells upstairs* VIC! Your Mother wants you to feed your dog!

*while Mother isn't looking, slips piece of toast under the table to the Dog*

*clears throat and strightens paper* Lovely breakfast dear. Mroe tea? *shouts* VIC! Your Breakfast Getting Cold!

Sorry about that little diversion into domestic affairs there. Pease continue trading, while we take our little family off to another thread. "The Moppet Family..."

And you thought the Adam's family were weird... There's a stret on a town not too far from the middle of nowhere on the steep hill named Make-Believe where an adorable little family lives in an adorable little house in the country. This thread is a spin-off from another, because some of...

I'm hoping it will be a true retelling, not like the stupid...very stupid...other ones.

*folds newspaper* *knocks on door* Vic. Listen up. You're mother told you to open tha door. And TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN! *sits down* *opens newspaper* Would you like some coffee, dear? I believe the kettle just boiled.

Door Two has been Opened. Door two was the right choice. Behind door ONE lies a creature that would have shreaded you all. Ok, guys. Shall we go in? GAME MASTER: I'll post details in a bit... EDIT: Meant, Door ONE, not three

*cough* *walks up to platform* Good morning *feedback* Sorry. *cough* Good morning America. And today I give on Fomp in homor of al the Fomps who have gone before. Friends! Friends of Marty P unite, unite tonight, and join us in the rally of this nation's Fomp and Circumstance...

Bring back BBB! Does no one wish to borrow Bill Barretta no more?

Gee. What makes you think that? Exactly? Boss, we wanna be real sure before we open that door.

*without listening* Yes, dear.

Hey, what? You're the one that hogs the credit cards here. Viccy, dear, put it on your 'mothers' card.