A Trip to Arizona

Daddy John: New boy Chance Victor accompanied me on a recent trip to the American southwest...

Chance Victor: Why did we have to.. >Yawn< ..have such an early morning flight?  

We started out in Phoenix.

Chance: What are the local Phoenicians up to today?

Chance: I'd be crabby too if I were wearing a sweater in this heat!

Chance: With my former brothers and sisters at 

Aunt Jackie's table.

Chance: HEY!! Put some clothes on!

Chance: Play us a little something, Amadeus.

Grandpa: Darn kid--get off my lawn!

Chance: Er...

Grandma: Would you like some cookies, dear?

Chance: Sure!

Grandma: Good!  The concession stand is over there.  

Bring us some, too.

Then to Tucson!

Chance: That's one tall cactus!

Chance: These are called 'prickly pear' cactus.

I see prickly, but I don't see any pears.

Chance: I got a whole room to myself at the AirBnB!

Chance: I got some quality playtime with Aunt Marti's girl Sasha

and her miniature dollhouse.

Sasha: It was ever so nice to have you visit.

You must come again, and I'll make you my famous 

prickly pear soup!

And all too soon it was time to say goodbye to the mountains, desert, and cacti.

Chance: But it's always nice to come home to family!

Do Better

 

Nathan: Well, Holly Belle, I see you girls are all changing

into your fall outfits.

Holly Belle: And I see that you boys haven't even started.

I never understand why men procrastinate so much.

Nathan: I'll have an answer to that in...maybe a few days.

Holly Belle: Don't you think this dress looks stunning on me?

It really accentuates my heavenly blue eyes!

Nathan: Yes, yes, very nice.  I have to say, though, that I'm a bit surprised

that you didn't claim one of those brand-new dresses that came in the mail the other day.

Holly Belle: They were all pretty, but they just suited some of the other girls better.

Nathan: That's very big of you.

Holly Belle: 'Big'?!?!

Nathan: Now calm down!  I meant 'big' as in 'generous.'

Holly Belle: Oh, well, I want all of us girls to look our best.

You know, we all do better when we all do better.

Nathan: "We all do better when we all do better."  

Wise words, and something we all should remember.

Holly Belle: Hmmm.  People should remember everything I say!

Aspiring Botanist

Chance Victor is admiring the flora of Arizona.  But we did keep a sharp eye out for tarantulas!

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!<