"The Moppet Family..."

[Beauregard]

I am definatly out of here. Uncle's, Aunt, I must hurry down town, for an important meeting...er..yes. I'm a little late actually.

*looks at watch. It's early. Quickly, covers it with hand*

I'll be back. Look after Vic for me.

I'l beback at, about, 6 o'clock. Tonight. Have fun, don't burn the house down.

 

[Vic Romano]

Hey everyone!
*Loud applause from our television studio audience*
Sorry I didn't hear you, but I was kidnapped by a yak name Teddy, and I haven't eaten anything in days, and that crazy dog of ours took my PS2!
*Our television studio audience laughs cheerfully*

 

[Erine81981]

The next door neighborhood kid comes over.......

Hey there guys. *looks around to see the house a mess* What have ya'll been doing in here? Have ya'll seen my pet yak? He walked out on me. I thought he might come over here. *keeps looking around house*

 

[Beauregard]

*walks into the house*

Well, now, Victor. You finally decide to show your face! But, who is this strange friend of yours with the geekish hair? Ah. Oh. Trying baack up your cok-a-bull story, hey.

Well, we'll see about that.

Now, Cow-Lady, Uncle Bob, Uncle Paul, Aunt Dan-Dan, Vic, Kid from Next door, it is time for lunch. It is cooked, right?

Yeah. Good.

Now, after lunch it is time for quiet reading. Get That? Quiet!

 

[Whatever]

Now, Cow-Lady, Uncle Bob, Uncle Paul, Aunt Dan-Dan, Vic, Kid from Next door, it is time for lunch. It is cooked, right?

My cow!
*faints*

 

[Beauregard]

I do like a little beef.

Please pass the salt, and horseradish sauce.

 

[Whatever]

That does it!
*karate chops father*

 

[King Jim]

*Bob Hope knocks on the door*

Excuse me, I was on my way to a Yankees game and my limo broke down. May I use your phone.

 

[Beauregard]

That does it!
*karate chops father*

The sun slithers between the curtains, and moves across father's face. He sits up, thinking "What a strange dream." Then reminds the audience that this sit-com is slightly grounded in reality and has no karate, or Bob Hope's in it. Thank you.

It is Sunday, and Father gets up, bois and egg for breakfast, sits down to eat it, and finds two uncles and an aunt are still hanging around the house and want breakfast too. After boiling three more eggs, Vic wonders downstairs and the boy next door comes round. Finally they all sit down to breakfast, and father discovers his egg has goen cold and solid.

He goes out to get the paper, sets himself down in the living room and waits for Mother and normal life to return.

*looking out the window*

Vic! There's still a cow in the garden, and it's eating Mother's herbicious border. Too bad we can't eat it like in the dream, but there we go. Vic, you wouldn't mind calling round across the road and asking her to politly come and extracte her cow from the mulbery bush once again, would you?

 

[Whatever]

*pulls cow along across the street*