"The Moppet Family..."

[Vibs]

Viq: *whispers to Vibs* It want to feed us!

Vibs: *Whispering back* I bet the food is poisened!

Viq: *Still whispering* Yeah, we better say no thanks?

Vibs: *To father* NO we don't want any lunch!

Viq: *To father* No we don't want, hey do you have any cookies?

Vibs: *Rolls eyes*

Viq: *to Vibs* yeah I'm sorry, *to father* No I don't want any cookies anyway!!!!!

 

[Beauregard]

*scratches head*

Oh boy. The baby's don't want lunch.

Some milk?

Darn.

*hunts on shelves for "Baby Book: A Guide to Babys, the Universe, and Everything"*

*opens book*

"In case of baby not eating, you can warm the milk in a sourcepan."

That isn't helpfull.

*to babys*

Warm milk? Do you want some milk, warmed?

 

[Vibs]

Viq: Warm milk?

Vibs: Warm milk?

Viq: um... Warm milk?

Vibs: Warm milk!!

Viq: *whispering* Why are we repeating those words?

Vibs: ssch.. To confuse it!

Viq: Why?

Vibs: Then it may forget about poisoning us!

Viq: Vibs, that doesn't make any sense!

Vibs: Yes it does! Now keep saying warm milk, so we won't get poisoned!!

Viq: *sigh* warm milk, warm milk, warm milk...

 

[Beauregard]

*claps hands to ears*

The baby's are CHANTING!

*runs into kitchen, slams a pot down on the cooker, sloshes some milk into it*

Chanting babys. What next? They'll roast me over a spit before mother's get home...

*the milk boils over*

Blast!

*grabs pan*

Ouwhoohahayow!

*runs finger under cold water*

*finally emerges back into the front room with two bottles of warm milk*

*holds bottles out with tongs*

Here, babys. Take the milk. Don't hurt me. Stop chanting. Good babys.

 

[Vibs]

Viq: *Stops chanting and looks at Vibs*

Vibs: *Looks back at Viq, terrified*

Viq: *gulps, turns to father* ... Have you any intentions of killing us?

Vibs: DooH! We were suppose to trick it! You just don't get it eh?

 

[Beauregard]

*screams*

*throws bottles in the air*

I knew it! They are going to kill me!

*dives behind sofa*

They'll get me with their evil laser beams...oh this is embarasing. I hope mother dosn't get back just now.

*gets up*

*picks up botles*

People of...earth? no. That sounds wrong. How are you suposed to talk to babys?

People of playpen. I come in peace. Eat, drink, be merry. I am not trying to kill you! Drink your milk. Now!

 

[Vibs]

Viq: Us, kill, you?

Vibs: Yeah what do you mean?

Viq: Sounds tempting though...

Vibs: Um... Viq?

Viq: I'm just kidding!!

Vibs: Oh.. ahhahhaaahahaha

Viq: Hey I think the thing with the bottles just fainted?

 

[Beauregard]

*half opens eyes, and crawls into the kitchen*

*dials work*

Susan? You there...Yeah, I'm being held prisoner by my two childr-...huh?

I heard a crash from the living room. I think the babys have escaped.

*hangs up, and advances into the livingroom with a mop, and a dustbin lid as a sheild*

 

[Vibs]

*The twins have crawled in under the table next to the sofa*

Viq: VIBS!! Look!! It's got weapons now!

Vibs: Do you think it really has intensions of killing us??

Viq: I don't know, but let's not take any chances!

Vibs: So what are we gonna do?

Viq: We have to face it! We can't run away from it our entire lifes!

Vibs: Youre right!!

*Appear under the table, and get eyecontact with father*

 

[Beauregard]

Aaaaagh!

This must be it! The end...the fairy's will kill me..and...

*cough*

What am I thinking.

*drops mop and lid, sits on the floor*

Hello children.

*unscrews the mop-head and puts it on like a wig*

*silly voice* Oooh, hellooo. I'm Mopatop! Come on children, come out and play.

*crawls about*

Coooome and have your milk, come on babys, don't be shy, it's good for you.

*sucks on bottle*

Um. yum Yum *rubs tummy*

Gosh this is embrasing.