Printemps?

 

Lulu: Lottie, come quick ma soeur!

Lottie: What ees eet, ma chérie?

Lulu: Look at zee calendar!  Spring, she 'as finally arrived!

Both:  ♬ Printemps, printemps, la-de-da-de-da!  ♫

Lulu: We must ready zee garden!

Emile: Alors, what are you silly filles up to now?

Lulu: Well, Shorty, eef you must know, we are getting ready to work in zee garden.

Lottie: Oui, spring ees finally 'ere!

Emile: >Tsk, tsk< Eet ees still far too early for zat.

Lulu: Do not listen to zee sad, short boy.

Lottie: Sacré bleu! What ees the meaning of zis?!?

Lulu: We 'ave stepped back into zee ice age!

Lottie: Quick, inside before we get charged by le mammoth wolly!

Lottie: Très étrange! I do not understand.

Lulu: I do.  Zis calendar ees obviously defective!

Lulu: We must throw eet out!

Lottie: Oui! Throw eet away!

Emile: >Le sigh<

Wishing & Waiting

 November...

Blake: I can't wait for it to snow!

Wyatt: Snow is so much fun; making snowmen, building snow forts, snowball fights!

Oliver: It seems like the snow will never come!

March...

Blake: I can't wait for all that snow to melt!

Wyatt: We're missing so much fun; playing soccer, climbing trees, digging in the dirt!

Oliver: It seems like spring will never come!

Christoph: Is it simply the nature of humans to always long for what they lack?

Kevin: Quite possibly.  Right now, I'm longing for a piece of cake.

Katie: Well, it does seem like it's been an awfully long winter.

Sasha: And spring still seems so far off.

Kaveh: But we do have the promise of spring; the anticipation!

It's all ahead of us - so many wonderful times.

Katie: That is a nice thought.

Frank: Yeah, it's kind of like the feeling of tearing the 

wrapper off a candy bar before you even take the first bite.

Sasha: Wow.  Who knew Frank could be so philosophical?

Katie: When his mouth isn't full.

No Time to Lose

Alice: Oh dear me, I sure hope we can find it!

Alice: It's not in here.

Luke: Not in here either, but there is a very tempting 

slice of pineapple upside down cake.

Luke: Not in the trash.

Alice: I should hope not.  That would be terribly wasteful!

Luke: See anything?

Alice: >cough< >splutter< Just some dust bunnies.

Luke: Don't let Ulli know that.  She would freak!

Luke: It's not under here either.

Frank: While you're down there, you don't see a ham sandwich by chance, do you?

Alice: It's not in these drawers.

James: Did the remote go missing again?

Kurt: Don't look at me; I can't even work it.

Luke: Not in here.

Meghan: What on earth are you looking for, anyway?

Ann Marie: Hmmm...I think I know.

Alice: We lost an hour last night, and we're trying to find it!

Meghan: >Sigh<

Holly Belle: >Eye roll< You two have lost more than that.

Mikey The Lion-Hearted

Nanny Wendy: Oh, look boys, we need to change the calendar to March.

Connor: Ka-da!

Nanny Wendy: It's still very cold outside.  I think this March is coming in like a lion.

Mikey: Lions roar.  RRAAAAWWWWRRRRRR!!!

Nanny Wendy: That's right, sweetie, they do.

Mikey: I a lion!  RRRAWWWWRRRR!!!

Connor and Albert: Huh?

Mikey: RRAAAWWWRRRR!!!

Miguel: ¡Ay Caramba! ¡Un león pequeño!

Mikey: RRAAAWWWWRRRRR!!!

Marta: Ooooh, what a scary little lion you are.

Mikey: RRAAAWWWWRRRRR!!!

Ulli: Ja, ja.  I am baking.  Lion needs to play in other room.

Pamela: Oooh, we never should have started watching this scary movie.

Harriet: Well, we have to finish it now.

Mikey: RRAAAWWWWRRRRR!!!

Pamela and Harriet: EEEEKKKK!!!

Mikey: Hee-hee.......funny?

Albert: No roar?

Mikey: >sigh<  No more.

Ouija Wanna Have Fun

 Some of the kids have decided to delve into the mysteries of the occult...

Scot-Michael: Eenie Meenie, Chili Beanie; the spirits are about to speak!

Rhoda: Is anyone there?  Can you tell us your name?

Scot-Michael: It's moving!  It's spelling something out!

Philip Guy: What is it spelling?

Scot-Michael: M-Y-N-A-M-E-I-S-A-U-G-U-S-T-U-S-G-L-O-O-P

Philip: Whoa.  Uh, nice to meet you, Augustus?

Rhoda: Did you have a good life, Augustus?

Scot-Michael: I-T-W-A-S-FU-L-L-O-F-C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E

Rhoda: I wonder if he has unfinished business with the living?

Philip: What could it be?

Scot-Michael: I-P-L-E-A-D-M-Y-D-E-S-C-E-N-D-A-N-T-S-

T-O-E-A-T-M-O-R-E-C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E

Frank: Wha-Huh?

Pete Dakota: What is it, Frank?  What's wrong?

Frank: I could swear someone just called my name.

Noah Conrad vs. The Laundry

 

Nicholas Sahara: Oh, my sainted aunt! That boy is impossible!

Scot-Michael: Which one, and why?

Nicholas: Noah Conrad!  I simply asked him for his dungarees--

Scot-Michael: 'Overalls.'

Nicholas: --for the laundry and he threw such a wobble.

Scot Michael: What'd he say?

Nicholas: Oh, a lot of twaddle about 'preserving the denim color' and 'sturdiness of the fabric.' 

He didn't want them to lose their form and fit.

Noah Conrad: A true workman never washes his uniform in order to underline 

the seriousness of, and devotion to, his craft.  Every stain and splatter badges of honor.

Scot-Michael: Well, he does take his woodworking seriously.

Nicholas: Load of old tosh, if you ask me.

Scot-Michael: How'd you finally get him to give them up?

Nicholas: I said if he wanted to earn the badge for Household Pong, fine but 

not to come running to me to draw him a bath.

Scot-Michael: Nice.

Nicholas: I promised to bring them back straight away once they were out of the dryer

and laid out a pair of dear Benjamin's overalls that he could wear in the interim.

Noah: Argh. I look like a banker.