Festival Preparations, Part 2

Nicholas Sahara: Ah, Wendolyn, here you are.  Just the lass we're looking for.

Scot-Michael: Hi Nanny Wendy.

Nanny Wendy: Hello boys, what can I help you with today?

Nicholas: As you know, we're to accompany Daddy John to that delightful festival in Portland.  

We've been asked to look after one of the younger lads one evening whilst there.

Nanny Wendy:  Oh?  Ah, and you've come to me for babysitting advice and tips.

Who will you be watching?

Scot-Michael: Er, well, it's Curly.

Nanny Wendy: Curly?  Oh dear. 

Mikey, don't bonk your brother on the head.

Mikey: Okay.

Nanny Wendy: Thank you sweetie.  You're such a good boy.

Baby Conor: Bah!

Nanny Wendy: Yes, Conor, you're a good boy too.

Nanny Wendy: I've heard Curly can be a handful.

Nicholas: Quite.  He has a bit of a... rambunctious...reputation.

Scot-Michael: Hold it!  How did you catch Mikey?!  You weren't even looking at him!

Nanny Wendy: Well, boys, I'll tell you.  It's 75% patience, 10% attitude, and 15% ESP.

Although, you two may want to add agility into the mix.  I know how Curly likes to swing

that gavel around.  I recommend stretching exercises a few days before.

Nicholas: Wendolyn my dear, you truly are the font of all knowledge.

Scot-Michael: He means you rock, Nanny Wendy.

Nanny Wendy: Well, thank you, boys!  I'm sure you'll do great.

Conor: Bonk!

Nicholas: Great Richard the III's ghost!  

What have we gotten ourselves into, Scout?

Scot-Michael: Dunno, Nickels, but you heard The Font.

Patience! Attitude!  ESP!

Both: Agility!  >Gulp<

TO BE CONTINUED...

Festival Preparations, Part 1

Daddy John:  Nicholas Sahara and Scot-Michael have decided they will accompany me to the Sasha Festival in July.  However, we have an important chore to attend to before arriving in Portland...

Nicholas: What did he say?!

Scot-Michael: I'm not sure I heard him correctly, either.

Nicholas: We're to purchase a what?!?

Scot-Michael: For who?!?

Meanwhile, in Merrie Olde...

Auntie Diane: Curly, are your ears burning?  

I think someone in the States is talking about you!

TO BE CONTINUED!

Foosball Fun (Game On! Part 2)

 

BR: Yeah!  Let's go guys!

Scot-Michael: Not this time!

Scot-Michael: No, no, no, no...

BR: Ha-ha! YES!

Scot-Michael: Rats!

Nicholas Sahara: Hullo, Gents.  How goes the game?

BR: Well, Nick, let's go to the scoreboard and take a look.

BR: Ben's Bengals lead Scot's Sieves 6-0!

Nicholas: Oh dear.  I am sure that you've a grand strategy for your victorious comeback.

Scot-Michael: Yeah, my strategy is so secret even I don't know it.

BR: Sieve!  Sieve!  Sieve!

Nicholas: Really, Benjamin, this competitive side of you is unattractive.

BR: C'mon, you ready for the next point or are you going to chit-chat all day?

Scot-Michael: Awright, awright...give me just a second.  Hmph.

Nicholas: I say, it's too bad there isn't a real-life foosball.

Scot-Michael: You mean, like, soccer?

Nicholas: Oh, er, right.  Carry on...

Game On!

 Daddy Steve: Rainy days are game days here at Gregoropolis...

Logan: Before we begin this operation, I need to see if the patient's insurance forms are in order.

And then there's the matter of the malpractice waivers.

Duncan: Oh dear...which one to pull out?  The stress!  The pressure!

Bowie: Come on, dude, it never collapses on the first try.

Duncan: Phooey and drat!

James: I guess some folks just aren't lucky.

Patrick: Let's see my dearest; angle, distance, trajectory...Hmm.

I think you need to move to the left 14 centimeters.

Ravi: You're so brilliant!

Valerie: Oh, just throw it already!

Nathan: Uno!

Holly Belle: Nathan, I think you're cheating somehow.

Nathan: Oh, please, Holly Belle.

Do you really think I could pull the wool over your eyes?

Holly Belle: Well...

Kevin: Okay Frank, you count to ten while we hide, then you come looking for us.

Frank: Got it!

Frank: One, two, three, four...>sniff, sniff<... did Uli bake a pie today?

Kevin: I'm surprised he hasn't found us yet.

Alice: I guess we picked a really good hiding place.

Frank: I have this nagging feeling that I forgot something.

Wait, of course!

Frank: The milk!

Too Many Shoes?

 

Nathan: Hey Holly Belle, what did you get in the mail today?

Holly Belle: Two new pairs of shoes!  Aren't they lovely?

Nathan: What?!? More shoes? You girls don't need more shoes.  

You have too many already.  Isn't that right, Dan Ryan?

Dan Ryan: Well, uh, I, ah...

Holly Belle: Clearly you are very misinformed.  

Once can never have too many shoes.  Isn't that right, Meghan?

Meghan: You're absolutely correct, Holly Belle.  It's a demonstrable fact.

In fact, you can never have enough hats, gloves, and shoes.

Holly Belle: Well said.  You see?  Meghan agrees, so that proves it.

Nathan: The only thing that proves is that she is just as loony as you are!

Holly Belle: All right, then, just go ask the other girls if you don't believe us!

Meghan: Yeah, go ask the ones that you deem to be 'non-loony'!  Hmmpf.

Nathan: Okay, we'll do just that!

Dan Ryan: We will?

Dan Ryan: Hello Uli; how are you?

Uli: Busy.

Nathan: Well, can we ask you a quick question?

Uli: Ja.

Nathan: Is it possible to have too many shoes?

Uli: Nein.

Lara: Oh, no, you can never have too many shoes.

Nathan: Are you sure?

Lara: They're the only thing that got me through the revolution.

All that romantic poetry only goes so far, you know.

Dan Ryan: Huh?

Nanny Wendy: >Sigh< Shoes are life's little reward.

Baby Conor: WWAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Daphne: Too many shoes? >Tee-hee!< Oh, sweetie, how you talk.

Nathan: Hmmpf!

Dan Ryan: Gosh, I must say I'm convinced.

Nathan: WHAT?!? Snap out of it!

A Leg Up

Beatrix: >Ah< This certainly hits the spot!

Barbara: Rather!

Logan: There they are. Let's go ask them.

Frederick: Are you sure we should? It might seem a bit impertinent.

Logan: You've always wondered about it.  The only way to find out is to ask!

Barbara: What's up, boys?

Logan: Could we ask you a question?

Beatrix: Sure! Ask away...

Logan: Go ahead, Frederick.  Ask them.

Frederick: Me?!?

Barbara: Would you like a glass of lemonade first to loosen you up?

Frederick: Ahem, well, ah, we couldn't help noticing that 

you Gotz girls all have one leg that's longer than the other.

Beatrix: Everyone does, you know.

Logan: Yeah, but all you girls have one leg that's waaaaay longer than the other.

Frederick: > Ok, you didn't need to emphasize it like that! <

Barbara: No offense taken, dearie.  There's actually a very logical explanation!

Beatrix: Yes, you see our ancestors are from Switzerland, land of the Alps.

By having one longer leg, we're able to stand on the side of a mountain without falling over.

Frederick: You don't say?!?

Logan: Wow.  That's...that's actually pretty brilliant.

Barbara: Yes, it is, isn't it?

Beatrix: We don't like to boast, but we do consider ourselves to be rather highly evolved.

Barbara: Join us for some lemonade, and we'll lay some more amazing facts on you!