"The Moppet Family..."

[The Count]

Ugh. Wasn't able to get a good night's sleep last night. Crazy dreams and late night bat-room brakes. Oh well, will see if the kittens are awake to give them their milk and cream, and snag a bowl of cereal for myself. Hmmm, in another month or so, they might just be ready for cereal themselves.

Hmm, might need a bit of a catnap myself later in the day. But then again, maybe I can get some writing done as well. Well, gotta check on the girls now.
*Heads on out to girls' room and then to kitchen to make breakfast for all.

 

[Beauregard]

Ahh yes, a key would be lovely. I'm also quite content in the office you've set up for me.

Oh good. here's the key to the front door. And I'd give you the key to the safe, but I don't imagine that you have anything that neds to be secured in there.

Right. Good. I'm off.

*arives at work, to find that the socks have been shifted away and the desk neatly tidied with a pressed copy of The Times seated on top*

Well, well, well...this is the life. Ooh, a memo. "Dear Mr Mopet and Hardly" That's MopPet and Harvey...oh well...

"We have your managment, and you work for uf."

Uf? Oh! Us.

"The NewsPeppers are there for you to cut out letters from to create ransome notes as and when we knead them."

Say what?

"Scisors are provided. Have fun. the New managment"

Oh, that sounds...different. *sits down with newspaper, and starts to read*

 

[Harvey Towers]

At Wilson’s Ransom Note Makers

*reads the note from the management*

*tears up the note from the management into single letter portions"

At last, I knew that torn up pile of newspapers would come in handy - and to think you wanted us to throw them away Mr Moppet!

I don't like the way that they are sending us memos though...

*points to the rock shaped hole in the window and the rock on the floor*

 

[Beauregard]

SuZaN! Can you get this window meanded? SuZan? Suzan..?

*steps out into the hall to find her...*

Oh there you are. Tied hand and foot, gagged and roped to your chair. I see. Well, when you've finished messing around can you come and sweep up the glass? Good.

*heads back*

Now, we should make seperate piles, A's, B's, C's, etcetera. And should we cut up the illustrated magazines too? We may need some Eye's. Oh hang on...not that magazine.

*hides it*

 

[Harvey Towers]

So you read Gardener's World too! I agree - that's far to good to cut up.

Do you think that the management want illustrated ransom notes or shall we throw all these pictures away?

*notices rock on the floor*

Hmm, there's something written on this... "Blackpool!"

*starts to do a Sudoku the easy way - by cutting it out and then rearranging the numbers*

 

[Beauregard]

(Out of charcter, Harvey, you are such a FUNNY guy!!!)

Pass the glue, I want to try filling in this crossword puzzle. 5 letters. Something brown and sticky. *cuts out first four letters of the last word* Bingo!

*crash*

Ah, look. Another note from mangement. *pingbong* *pulls eleastic band of rock* "Harvey and Bo, please fill out your first ransom note saddressed to yourselves: Suzan will not be untied until you provide little biscuites for the management team."

*starts cutting out the letters, S, U, A, N..."

I don't see any Z's on this page? And I don't think they'd enjoy our slicing their notes. Should we use the same font for all of the note, or...

 

[sugarbritchez]

shakes head

 

[Vic Romano]

The rain, eh? Sure, Kyle; I'm bringin' th'dog too.

 

[Beauregard]

shakes head

What? Oh, hellu. Is that you fairy God-mother? I say, you couldn't make a nice hot cup of tea could you. Suzan is otherwise engagged.

 

[DanDanStrawberry]

*strolls in, making hole in wall next to door*

What a day! The chickens ate my toes, the toes ate my chickens and my feet got cold from lack of McNuggets!! So, what's going on with you little strawberries? Tea? I don't think so, sister

*makes other hole in wall on exit*