Moppet: What and you think I am NOT board steering, and lowering the sails, and peeling potatos, and scrubbing the decks, and cleaning the rudder, and steering the helm, and making tea!!! Do you! Because frankly you are just sitting there and that is NOT very fair and I am MOSt outraged and we are NOT going to get home at this RATE! *boats pulls into port* On the other hand...
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CUT TO Moppet Home, where Father walks in the door.
Father: Honey, I'm home! *to camera* What no dinosaur? *flintstones reference* Hi dear, look, I'm so sorry about the whole pirate thing, and the mistake you made about Rosa, and the whole Jack going over-board in more ways than one, but...*stops in the entrance to the living room...jaw slightly apart*
Mrs Moppet Senior: *she stands, one diamond-encrusted glove resting delicatly on the matlepiece and the other hand without glove on one hip, with silver triangle glasses and pert lips* Hello Gardy. It's been a while.
Father: Mom?