Autumnal Angst

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Jessica: What was that?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Daphne: There it is again!

Jessica: Did you forget to shut off the kettle?

Ginger: Maybe we need to replace the battery in the fire alarm?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Daphne: Oh, wait.  I know what it is -- Duncan.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Ginger: Oh yes!  It's that time of year, isn't it?

Jessica: The poor thing.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Daphne: I suppose one of us has got to coax him off the edge.

Jessica: I nominate you, Daphne.

Ginger: Oh yes, you're so good at that sort of thing.

Daphne: >Sigh<...Very well.

Duncan: EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Duncan: EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Daphne: Now, Sweetie, you've got to get a hold of yourself.

It's just one leaf.  We still have plenty of really lovely weather ahead of us.

Duncan: >pant, pant<

Daphne: That's it.  Deep breaths.

Duncan: >pant< Eeek.

The Donkey Knows More

Daddy Steve: Here in Gregoropolis, we are big fans of garden ornament--tasteful ornament, of course.  Although that's all in the eye of the beholder.

Daphne: No pink flamingos around here, thank you.

Recently, we set out a metal donkey that had belonged to my mother.  He had been stored away for many years and was looking pretty shabby.  A coat of 'Hunt Club Green' spray paint revitalized him.

Barbara: He looks very smart.

Beatrix: Who says "it's not easy being green"?

Rhoda: So what's the donkey's name?

Mikko: We named him Hoetie.

Rhoda: Huh? What kind of name is that?

Tyler: As in 'Donkey-Hoetie'!

Tyler and Mikko: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!

Mikko: We were going to name him 'Kong'.

Tyler: That he would be 'Donkey --

Rhoda: Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Mikko: But we went with the more literary choice cuz it's classier.

Rhoda: >Snort< And you two are all about class.

Marco: A-E-I-O-U,

¡El burro sabe más que tú!

Holly Belle: Oh, a love poem in French!  How beautiful!

Marco: It's Spanish, actually.

Holly Belle: Whatever.

Paul David: She can be a bit clueless, can't she?

Marco: Sí, amigo, totally clueless.

A Taste of Honey

 

Scot-Michael: Hey. What's all this about?

Nicholas Sahara: I was just thinking this morning how some 

fresh honey would go delightfully with tea and toast.  

Marmalade can be so dreadfully tedious.

Nicholas: I thought I would wander over to the 

beehives, calm the dear bumbles with a bit of smoke, 

and collect some lovely honey.

Scot-Michael: Forgetting, of course, that we 

don't have any beehives.

Nicholas: Ah, yes. Quite.

You've found the flaw in my plan.

Scot-Michael: C'mon back inside.

I'll make you some tea and toast with strawberry jelly.

Nicholas: >Sigh<  I really fancied honey.

Scot-Michael: It's not the same I know, but 

we can run to the corner shop later.

Nicholas: Promise?

Scot-Michael: May I bee stung if I bee lyin'.

Nicholas: >Groan< Oh, Scout...

Bernard the Bee:  Bzzz!

Holly Hobby

 

Holly Belle: Did I tell you that I've taken up a new hobby?

Nathan: You don't say...

Holly Belle: Try to guess what it is.

Nathan: Sky diving?

Holly Belle: What?!? Don't be ridiculous.

John Martin: >Sigh< What's your new hobby, Holly Belle?

Holly Belle: It's knitting!

John Martin: Really?  Actually, that's impressive.

Holly Belle: Wait here; I'll show you something I made.

Nathan: >Ugh<  Why do you encourage her?

John Martin: Well, it just seems like the polite thing to do.

Nathan: I know, but we talk to her, then she talks to us, 

and then we have to talk to her more.

Nathan: Where does it end at last?  That's how wars start!

John Martin: I thought you like Holly Belle.

Nathan: Oh, I do...I guess.  I'm just not crazy about talking to her.

Holly Belle: Ta-da!  Just look at this!

John Martin: Um, it's a ball of yarn...

Holly Belle: I know!  It started out as a skein!

Nathan: Well, I guess you have to begin somewhere.

Brain Drain

 

Dev: Hmmm...what kind of completely un-fun activity do we have here?

Amita: We're doing some math exercises.

Ravi: We don't want to get rusty over the summer.

Dev: >snort< Heaven forbid!

Ravi: Want to join us?  We could come up with some >ahem< easier ones for you.

Dev: And run the risk of my brain exploding?!? No thank you!!

Amita: What on earth are you talking about?

Dev: Your brain can explode right out of your head if it gets too full.

It's an established fact.  

Amita: Hmpf. Your head's full something, but it certainly isn't common sense.

Luke: Hey, we heard what you were just saying about 

a person's brain exploding if they cram too much in it.

Oliver: Sounds awful!

Dev: Oh, it's not a pretty sight.

Luke: We have a summer reading list, but maybe we should just skip it.

Dev: Well, I don't think you two have much to worry about.

But, then again, you never know.

Uli: Vas ist all this indolent behavior I see?

Oliver: We're just making sure our brains don't explode.

Uli: Ja, gut. I just clean house and vant no messes.

Some Assembly Required

 

Meghan: So what's going on with all of these boards?

Nathan: Daddies John and Steve went to IKEA.

Frank: Did they eat Swedish meatballs??

Meghan: Why on earth would you immediately think of that?

Frank: Because I've got my priorities straight.

Meghan: Whatever...

Blake: It's going to be a storage cabinet for the bathroom.

Kevin: What do they need that for?

Blake: Well, it's like this--when adults get older, 

they need a lot more 'bathroom-type things'.

Kevin: What kind of 'bathroom-type things'?

Blake: You know, I'd rather not get into it.

Alice: Oh dear, look at all of those little bits and pieces!

How will they ever figure them all out?

Paul: I'm sure they just throw a lot of extras in; like the Lego Advent calendars.

Frederick: These instructions read a bit vague.

Daphne: Basically, if the little man looks sad

then you know you've done something wrong.

Frederick: So, the objective is to keep the little man happy.

Daphne: Exactly!

Tyler: I think we need to make ourselves scarce while they put it together.

Mikko: Yeah, before Daddy Steve says 

"Why don't you kids go play outside?" in that irritated voice he gets..

Dinnertime Is Made For Romance

 A short-lived but no less passionate romance unfolded during the Saturday evening dinner at the Manchester (NH) Sasha Festival...

Helen: Oh, my!  Who is that charming new boy??

Oops! Esther has momentarily thwarted her big sister's attempt to sidle up to Diego Luis. 

Diego Luis: Er, hello there?

Esther: Me Esther!  Who is you?

Esther's sudden focus has drawn the attention of the rest of the Minnesota kids.

Diego Luis: >Gulp<

Pete Dakota: Where'd all these kids come from?

Watching from afar, Auntie Laura is amused while 

Auntie Diane finds the whole situation scandalous.

Even Curly seems entranced!  

Although, to be fair, he could just be looking for his whiskey.

Biding her time, a patient Helen spots her chance 

and cozies up to her new intended beau.

Helen: Well, hello there!  ♫ My name's Helen, what's yours? ♫

Diego: Buenos noches, señorita.  I am Diego Luis.  At your service.

Diego Luis: Would you care to go for a paseo around the atrium?

Helen: Divine!  Do let's, handsome.

Daddy John: Oh no you don't!  Get back here you two!

Cruelly parted by Fate, the two paramours spend the rest of the dinner in sulky silence.

Soon, dinner is over and goodbyes must be bid.  

Helen: >Sob< Must you go?  Shall we ever see each other again?

Diego: Cry not, mi corazón.  We will meet again, I am certain.  

Adiós, Helen.

Helen: Farewell!