Dapper Dans

 

 Nicholas Sahara: Ooh, that's right.  Front cover of Tatler that is.

Bowie: Wow!  Who's a Dapper Dan, then?

Gavin: Don't be late for the ball, Cinderfella!

Nicholas: >Sigh< If you must know; I've been invited to a youth conference

at the embassy for my home country.  For this kind of soirée, one must look smartly dressed.

Not like one just rolled out of one's bed.

Gavin: Did Prince Fancy Pants just burn us?

Bowie: Wait a minute! An international youth conference?

Bowie: International food...

Gavin: International drinks...

Both: International GIRLS!!!

Bowie: Say, you'll need a plus-one, won't you?

Gavin: And even a plus-two!

Nicholas: Sorry, chaps.  That position has been filled.

Scot-Michael: Hi.  Scram.

Scot-Michael: We look fabulous.

Nicholas: Scout, mate, we ARE fabulous.

In A Pickle

Miguel: ¡Hola Luke!  Would you like to come play pickleball with us?

Luke: Oh, sure...just a minute.

Kevin: Now where did he go?

Luke (to himself): I know it's in here somewhere...

Luke: Oh no!  Empty!

Miguel: There you are.  Ready, amigo?

Luke: We're all out of pickles, but I thought relish might work too.

Jurassic Lark

 

Daisy: Hi, boys!  What's with all the dinosaur-themed shirts?

Boys: Hmmmmm.....we dino!

Boys: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!  High five!!

Wesley: Get it?  We 'dino'....we 'dunno'.  Just a little dinosaur humor.

Daisy: >giggle< Oh, I get it.  But don't quit your day jobs!

Barbecue Time, part 2

 Team Gregoropolis is fired up for the barbecue!

Ezra: Why do we always get stuck moving tables?

Holly Belle: A little more to the left.
Meghan: Actually, I think it should be more to the right.

Wesley: Oh, good grief!

Beatrix: Who's doing the actual grilling?

Robin: Meet your grill-meisters extraordinaire!

Barbara: A very sharp look, but are you two up to the task?

Beatrix: We don't want this to be a case where the clothes don't make the man.

Anthony: Fear not, we know what we're doing!

Some time later...

Holly Belle: Haven't you got the charcoal started yet?!?

Robin: We're working on it, we're working on it.

Finally...

Anika: I want mine with just a little pink.

John Martin: A bit more pink for me, please.

Alice: Mine is too pink!

Dan Ryan: Mine's too well done!

Anthony: >Sigh< You'll get them the way you get them.

Duncan: I can't get any ketchup to come out.

Logan: Shake it and then give it a really good squeeze.

Put some muscle into it!

Duncan: Phooey and drat!

James: Guess you just don't know your own strength.

Wendell: These baked beans sure are delicious!  I'm having thirds!

Dan Ryan: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Logan: Yep, he's sleeping out on the sofa tonight.

Natalie: Have you ever noticed how life's greatest pleasures involve food?

Frank: Is there any other way?

Barbecue Time, Part 1

 Daddy Steve: Labor Day weekend is the unofficial end of summer here in the United States; a fact that has all of us feeling some angst...

Boys: Noooooooo!!!!

Robin: Instead of moaning about it, we could have a celebration.

How about a backyard barbecue?

James: I'm up for anything that involves food!

Ezra: Do we even have a grill?

Robin: Oho! Wait until you see this!

Boys: Ooooooohhhh!

Ezra: Sweet!

James: Awesome!

Bowie: She's a real beauty!

Meghan: Why do men talk about grills the same way they talk about cars?

Uli: I must make food for this event!

Paul: But Uli, it's a barbecue.

Uli: Ja, but ve must haff side dishes, salads, appetizers, desserts!

Kevin: She doesn't do anything by half, does she?

Later on...

Uli: I am not sure I haff made enough.

Holly Belle: I'm going to make my special salad.

Katie: Oh, you mean the one with green Jell-O?

Pamela: And the shredded carrots?

Ann Marie: And celery and pineapple?

Katie: Holly Belle, you really don't need to go to all that trouble.  Really.

Holly Belle: Oh, it's no trouble at all.

Ann Marie: Well, the thing about your salad is...um...it's....

Holly Belle: It's what?

Rhoda: What she's trying to say is it's awful!

Holly Belle: WHAT?!?!

Ann Marie: Rhoda!

Rhoda: Hey, this is no time for diplomacy.