"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Beauregard]

Father: *shifty eyes* ...just think of the gossip if I was to turn up at a party with a pregnant nanny by my side... *swallows* Sure, ah, we were just about to...invite you! Are you certain the lizard can handle the twins this late at night and with that amount of sucrose in their systems?

 

[minidoozer]

Mr Moppet, I can assure you he's perfectly capable of babysitting magic twins. Especially this late at night where they'll most probably be asleep till at least 7:04 AM. Besides, I put a bowl of lollipops tasting of Fraggle Rock DVD box sets next to their beds, so they should be alright.
Hank: *is cute*

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Like I could resist the smile of a lizard...or crocodile tears...of any other general reptilian emotion...*aside to Liza* I think it's the external ears and moveable eyelids that get me...Shall we? *motions to door*

 

[minidoozer]

Hank: *sitting*
Wait a second, I just have to get my purse. *goes upstairs and comes back with a yellow handbag with tiny puffins printed all over it*
I wonder if I should just go with this one or the one in the living room *points to something that looks quite a lot like a sheep*, what do you think? Also, is my hair okay?

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Well...I am no fashion guru -- athough I did once take an Adult Education course on Guru-ing and Snake-dances, but I'll save that for the party -- though I have always concidered myself a man of impeachable taste when it comes to handbags...I'd say that yellow is more your colour than sheep.

 

[minidoozer]

Let's go then. *smiles*
Any idea who'll be there? Wait, where is it anyway?

 

[Beauregard]

Father: It's...Well, the invitation I didn't recieve said "Your neighbours" and it must be nearby neighbours as I can feel the bass-drum pounding against the innertubes of my ears from here, and I doubt that's coming from the Coles across the street. So unless it's the sound of wardrums from The-boy-next-doors-parents-place, I'm guessing Nell's?

 

[Aaron]

Uncle Bob bursts into the door out of nowhere.

Uncle Bob: Will pancakes be present at this party?

 

[minidoozer]

Oh, I thought the drums were the orcs down the street. But maybe they don't do that at night?
*looks at Uncle Bob*
Oh hello there Mr... ?

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Bob? No, not you Mingostone, bobbing is not neccessary at this kind of reunion. Bob? Is it really you? *pokes him* Ok, it is. *hugs Uncle B*