Meeting the New Boy VII: Chance Victor

Scot-Michael: Wow!  Looking good!  Where's the ball, Prince Charming?

Nicholas Sahara: >Ahem< As we're meeting our new brother today, 

I thought it best to not look slovenly.  We do so want to make a good impression.

Scot-Michael: As I recall, when you found me in the backyard, 

you were wearing a tee shirt and shorts.

Nicholas: And as I recall, you were dressed in nothing but an undershirt

and your underwear.

Scot-Michael: Good point.

Nicholas: Thank you.

Now, I do believe I hear Philip bringing the new boy 'round.

Philip Guy: So that was the kitchen, and, um, Uli.

Chance Victor: Er, she seemed a bit tense.

Philip: The kitchen is her kingdom.  Pay proper homage

and she'll reward you with the best pastries in the world.

Chance: So noted.   >Ha-ha<

Nicholas: >Ahem<

Philip: Oh! Chance, this is Nicholas Sahara and Scot-Michael.

Guys, this is our new brother, Chance Victor.

Chance: Hi!

Nicholas: Prince Johan Paul Nicholas Sahara Montestan-Gregor. 

At your service, sir.

Chance: Oh, wow.  Um, just Chance Victor.  Nice to meet you, er,

Prince John...uh...what was the rest?

Nicholas: Oh, do not fret yourself, old boy.  Just call me Nicholas.

Scot-Michael >whispering<: I heard he came with a boatload of clothes?

Philip >whispering<: Yeah, but, um, there's a problem with that.

Scot-Michael >whispering<:  Where to store them all?

Philip >whispering<: Worse.  The boat is missing!

Nicholas: We'll need to introduce you to the rest of the chaps.

They're all jolly nice, the lot of them.  You needn't worry.

Philip: >snort<

Scot-Michael >whispering<: Only you could describe Stephen Orange as 'jolly nice.'

Nicholas >whispering<: Well, he can be.  Hush now, Scout.

Scot-Michael: Philip tells us you're actually a model?

Chance: Yeah!  It's nothing too glam, 

but I sure get a lot of clothes by the top designers!

Wanna see me in action?

Philip: Go for it!

Boys: Ooooooohh!

Chance: The photographers all love this pose.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to be pointing at, ha.

Chance: But we can't find my wardrobe!

My trunk holding everything has disappeared!

Philip: I'm sure it'll turn up in no time.

Chance: I sure hope so!

I'm going to Arizona with Daddy John next week

and I need my clothes!

Meanwhile, in the basement...

Noah Conrad: HEY!  Who put this box of clothes here?!?!

I can't get to my workbench!

Kirwan Mahoney: >Hee-hee!<