Hensonville City 2011

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Sure is quiet around here.

A little too quiet...

Rhonda *whistles haunting theme from "A Fistful of Dollars"*

We should stir some stuff up.

Uh...cooking? Well, um, I can stir, I guess...let me just roll up my sleeves and put my apron on...

Rhonda: Oh, bruddah.

Um, Newsie, I didn't mean literally. I just mean it's too danged quiet around here.

Oh! Right. Um. *beat* We could...make paper airplanes and sail them off the roof.

Rhonda: Or we could fill some waterballoons and do the same thing! *evil grin*

I like the way you think, rat.

Er...but...we won't get hit with them, will we?

Not unless you know someone that can throw a balloon up that many stories!

Rhonda: Let's not tell Sweetums.

Do we have to tell anyone? Won't we get in trouble?

Probably, but it'll be fun! Come on, Muppet boy! Grab that bag of balloons! Rhonda, you hook up the hose! Last one to the roof is a Frackle!
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Ailie: -slaps a birthday hat on Blind Pew-
Joyeux Anniversaire, slimeball!

Blind Pew: -picking up the presents Ed left-
Ah, zomebody remem--hey! I rezent zat remark!

Sam: Even though it's accurate?

Blind Pew: -draws sword and points it to Sam's beak-
Watch eet, eagle!

Dr. Teeth: Guys, c'mon! Break it up, will ya?

Ailie: -hands him a purple scarf-
Here, I stole this from Wanda's room!

Blind Pew: O_O
-snatches scarf and starts rubbing the side of his face against it-
Ohhhh, yeeeessss...

Sam: -looks on with disgust-

Dr. Teeth: -backs away from the pirate slowly-

Spamela: Get a room, Pew!

Animal: *runs into the room, attached to... something*

Cait: *riding her computer chair, which Animal is attached to via his chain* ThisisthemostdangerousyetmostfunEVER!

Janice: ... like, rully. O.0

Grace: *notices commotion*

Huh. Someone must be here...

Don: More. weirdos.

*face piano*

Abby: Yay! More people!

Cantus: Should we say hi?

Grace: Yes! Come on guys!

*goes down to apartment 9 with a pie*

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Ahem. Um. Are we giving Pew anything?

Rhonda: I'm still miffed about the fleas he gave ME. *shudders* Which reminds me...is it time to spray again yet?

We missed another birthday? Sheesh. Uh...sure...um...wait, got it! *runs to room, returns holding up a small gold coin* Tah daaah!

Rhonda: You are not seriously giving him something valuable, are you?

It's plastic, actually. It's one of the "gold" coins from Gasparilla I've collected and held onto through the years.

Rhonda: Gaspa-whatta?

*ostentatious throat-clearing* A-HEM. In the city of Tampa, for nearly a hundred years, they have celebrated the hanging of the horrible pirate Jose Gaspar! The city holds a parade, art festivals, and a huge party...although I admit I'm a little unclear on why businessmen dressed as pirates "invade" the city...wouldn't it make more sense if they restaged the actual hanging?

Umm...Newsie...I'm really touched that you did some research on my hometown...but Jose Gaspar was fictional.

What? You hanged a FICTIONAL pirate? How the heck does that work?

Er...

Rhonda *sigh* Forget it, kid. Why doncha just mail the little coin thingy to Pew? Oh, and make sure to wipe all trace of yourself off it before you send it...the NOSE on that guy...yeeesh.

*following me down to the mailbox* But...but...what do you use for that? A fictional noose? *chuckles* Was he apprehended by a fictional sheriff?

*sticking the fake gold coin addressed to Pew in the inter-townhouse mailbox* Um. Newsie. You do get the difference between real and fake, right?

What kind of Newsman would I be if I didn't? Your stories are fiction...stuff falling on me out of nowhere is real.

Ummm...okay...

Good thing I'm not giving a newscast right this second! Those things always manage to -- *twenty penguins fall out of nowhere on top of Newsie*

Shoo! Shoo, you fish-breathed dancer wannabes! Newsie, are you all right?

That's just not fair. Not fair at all. *giving me big sad eyes through his crushed glasses*

Awwww....it's okay... *hug* *sniff* *sniff, sniff* Um. You smell like fish now.

How is that MY fault?!
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SAMPO!

What's a sampo?

Rhonda: Don't think I wanna know.

Well, I'd have to capture all four winds just to get the bellows for the fire to be hot enough to forge a sampo anyway, so I guess that's out...who wants a cold drink?

Rhonda: Me!

Er...non-alcoholic? I still have a newscast to do tonight.

I was thinking of frozen cappuccinos.

Rhonda: Oh, I am all OVER that. Lemme get my purse. What day is it? Wednesday? Okay, that'll be the all-business brown strap one, then...

You have a different purse for each day of the week?

Rhonda: So? Better than always wearing that ugly plaid.

I'll have you know I own a fresh ugly plaid for every workday! Uh...

Don't think that's how you meant that to come out.
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coming in the Apartment with an armload of presents for a certain young birthday frog Anybody home??

Robin comes running toward me: MOM!!! enguulfs me in a tacklehug
Happy Birthday honey! hugging him Did you think I forgot your birthday?
Robin: Well...kinda.

I'd NEVER forget your birthday. Where's everyone else?
As if on cue Chef comes out of the kitchen Robin..whut were yu told aboot letting strangurs intu der house? at me. It's aboot time you came home yu know! giving me a hug
hugging him backMissed you too Chef! Where's the rest of the crew?

Chef: Getting SUMBUDEE'S burthdee presents downtown. I'm working or der pustasheeoo cake.
Sounds yummy!

Robin: So what did you get me?
You're just going to have to wait Mr. Robin .
Robin: Hopefully one of the presents is a flashlight. I need a new one. And Frog Scout digest. Can't I open one present Mom? Please??
OK...
Robin dives into his presents and pulls out one..he pulls it out and starts opening it....Frog Scout Digest! A years' worth!YAAYY!! Thanks Mom! hugs me.
You're more than welcome my sweetie pie!

Wanda: *combing Wayne's hair* Oh, Wayne. Why are you so perfect?

Wayne: Must I tell you? Again?

Walter: She's still out of it, huh?

Stanley: *beat* Who are you?

Wayne: If I see one hair in that comb--

Wanda: Don't worry, darling.

Stanley exits, with a fish for Blind Pew.

Sam: -standing in the same room, nodding in approval-
Ah, that's what I call true romance!

Blind Pew: -colliding with Stan in the hallway-
OUT OF MY WAY, ZYOU--
-feels his face-
Oh! Bonjour, zee weasel!

Spamela: -heading down to the pool-
'Scuse me, boys! Duty calls!

Blind Pew: Duty means--

Spamela: I know.

Blind Pew: -turns back to Stan, sniffing-
Ooh, eez zat zalmon?

Stanley: How the heck should I know? It's a fish. They all look the same to me.

Wanda: *giggles* Thank you, Sam.

Wayne: Hey! My hair isn't going to comb itself!

Wanda: I'm sorry, Wayne.

Wayne: If it happens one more time--

Wanda: It won't! I promise it won't!

Walter follows Spamela.

Spamela: -skips down the hall absentmindedly-

Blind Pew: Zhey are not zee zame! Zhey are all di--
-grabs the salmon and proceeds to nom it-

Sam: Wayne, if this isn't too personal, when do you and Wanda plan on marrying? I assume I'll be getting an invitation first!

Blind Pew: ...what waz I talkeeng about?

Wayne: Why, of course you'll be the first to get an invitation. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Wanda: We wouldn't have it any other way.

Wayne: Excuse me, is Sam speaking to you?

Wanda: No.

Wayne: Then zip it.

Stanley: What did you go and eat it like a pig for? Now ya won't have any for tomorrow.