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

[Beauregard]

Father: I've been...my mom...I...there's something I need to tell you about her... *sleep dart hits Father in the neck and he splashes backwards into the two foot water* Glurg...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *stashes sleeping darts in backpack and reves motorbike before dissapearing around the corner*

Father: *sits up, streaming with water* Where was I? Doesn't she know that I have an antidote to that thing by now...?

 

[christyb]

*growls, mutters under her breath, pulls out a tiny bottle* Here drink this. No need to tell me I can put 2 and 2 together. You can't tell me a thing I don't already know. So what about the AWOL nanny? Didn't you at least find her before taking off?

 

[Beauregard]

(We just past 1111 posts, by the way)

Father: The nanny...oh, now there's another story...*rolls eyes* Thanks. *drinks proffered bottle* Ok...I think Adam has Jana somewhere about his person, Viq is...somewhere under this water...Vibs isn't Vibs...What was in that bottle anyway?

 

[christyb]

Nicky: *points to the snoring Viq who is now in a baby backpack strapped to her back* Viq is here. Jana had better be with Adam, but our concern right now is which ever daughter is wearing *snaps fingers and a slinky, tiny black dress appears in her hand* something that remotely looks like this. Oh the bottle. Don't worry about it. It's to give you immunity to those silly sleep darts.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *looks sideways at bottle* Then why are the ingredients so small they need a mangifying glass to read them? *raises eyebrows at the dress* Er...um...aheh...maybe girl talk is really something you should deal with, dear...and, um, if the dress is here..what is...our daughter wearing?

 

[christyb]

Mother: This isn't her dress. This is an old one of mine. No remarks from you on how long it's been since I could fit into it. Seeing as you her Father you were supposed to be watching her and currently I'm really hoping she's wearing something period! So can we get a move on?

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Right...let's move on...after you?
Moppet: *aside* Actually, Nicky, that is a very nice dress...

 

[christyb]

Mother/Nicky: *whispers* Not now!

 

[Beauregard]

Moppet: Sorry! What was I thinking...Viq, go play in your cot.
Father: We should...go. Right, to the car. Unless you happen to know exactly where they are?

 

[christyb]

Mother: *rasies her eyebrows* You're obviously British....

*Audience boos as all goes black and from behind a curtain much whispering and OH MYs! are heard from Beauregard*