Eep (to Mouse): Oh shit! Hey, Mouse? It, uh, looks like Max got into the paint. I'm going to try to clean him up.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I had a feeling... I've been following the footprints & cleaning the floor.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah... Ouch! Calm down you little... I've got him mostly cleaned up. I think I lost a pint of blood in the process, though.
Mouse (to Eep): Why on earth did the little monster climb in the paint? Oh geez, he climbed on the bed... I guess we need to do laundry, too. This is ridiculous.
Eep (to Mouse): Super. Yeah. I think things are gonna be...uh...interesting for a while with these little guys. (to Otto) Tell your kids to behave or I'm selling them to a sideshow.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Have you thought about names for the other two kittens? Clearly, Max is going to be trouble.
Eep (to Mouse): Not yet. I've, um, been kinda waiting to see what their personalities were like.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I guess great minds think alike...
Eep (to Mouse): So far, the only thing I know for sure is Max is a pain in my ass! I swear to God, he looks like he understands me when I say that shit...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, since I just spent the last hour cleaning paint pawprints off the floor & washing the sheets, I'd have to agree with you. And, I think they might understand us... and that makes me nervous.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Dear god, honey, please tell me this the last box? Heck, just lie to me, if you have to.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. It's the last box you'll ever have to see. Until we start unpacking, that is. I want to know precisely when I managed to amass so much CRAP.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I have no idea, I'm just glad it's the last box. I'm going to see if I can find my swimsuit & then take a dip.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have fun! I think that I shall lie here in the middle of the floor. I may never move again.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... Really? I bet I could make you move, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid not. I shall die here. Just build a monument to my... Eek! Hey now. Stop that! Hee hee. Woman! Do not tickle me! Ha ha ha! Get OFF! That's dirty pool, madam. Dirty pool!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... I will not have you languishing on the floor... No... you get away...
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank heavens I'm wily! You are RUTHLESS. No. No! You stay on your side of the apartment. Clearly you cannot be trusted.
Poppy (to Vincent): Awww, you're no fun, honey. :-P Have you seen my box of clothes?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know. I'm an old woman in an adorable goth boi's body. I thought we put all the boxes of your clothing in your bedroom. Is it not there?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I can't seem to find it. Maybe, you should help me look...
Vincent (to Poppy): Sure, hun. Isn't this trunk here full of clothing?
Poppy (to Vincent): Why, yes it is! ... Gotcha!
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh God dammit! I should have known you couldn't be... Knock it off! POPPY! That is IT.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, I'll stop... I was just going to kiss you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh really? Why were you worming your hands under my shirt then, madam? I won't fall for your tomfoolery again! :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): What? That's not how you kiss, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no you don't! Don't you try that wide-eyed look on me, Ms Meriwether. I don't care how pretty it makes you look. I KNOW better than to trust it.
Poppy (to Vincent): But, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): I might fall for it if you didn't have that wicked gleam in your eye.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... I really will leave you alone this time, honey. I'm going to go swim. I'll be back in a little while.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. I'm wondering if I should let you off the hook that easily. Hee hee. I'm kidding, hun. Enjoy your swim.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will... Have fun without me.
Vincent (to Poppy): It will be a slog, but I shall endure. I think I'm going to take a nap on the couch. I'm feeling pooped.
Meanwhile in Brittania:
Hiiri: <high voice> "How can I thank you, you big sexy man?" <low voice> "No need, little lady, your heaving bosom is thanks enough. You see, I was once a big, bad pirate, but a little nancy boy ruined me. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No, not the hair! Never the hair!" <high voice> "But there must be some way I can show my appreciation." <low voice> "No, no. ruining my sister’s plans and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!" <high voice> "I understand. I have an uncle who’s gay, so…" <low voice> "Say no more. Evil’s still afoot! And I’m almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the airship!" … Oh, Alistair, you are just too much fun to torment... and so terrible at hiding out. I think this is going to be enjoyable. (to Carver) Go down and fetch me Alistair, little brother... His time has clearly come to an end.
Carver (to Hiiri): Of course, ma'am. Would you like us to bring him up quietly, or make him scream, ma'am?
Hiiri (to Carver): Quietly, if you please, we don't want too much attention.
Carver (to Hiiri): Of course, ma'am. This is why we let you do all the thinking, ma'am,
Several hours later:
Hiiri (to Carver): Look at all of those children down there, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager, friendly smiles... Help them.
Carver: We never thought we would say this, but we really enjoy our work. (to Hiiri) We'd be happy to, ma'am. Why ever do we seem to have so many of them, ma'am? And how many are we allowed to play with?
Hiiri (to Carver): Oh, as many as you want, little brother. How else are the children going to learn anything about natural selection?
Carver (to Hiiri): How wonderful for us, ma'am! Thank you. We're especially keen on that small, dark-haired one. He reminds us of someone, ma'am. Would you like us to do something with what's left of the prince, ma'am? We don't like to leave a mess, ma'am.
Hiiri: It really is amazing how people take to Carver. (to Carver) Don't worry your little head, I'll have Marguerite and Gregory clean up... I believe we have a tall enough ladder somewhere. You go outside and play. You deserve to do something for yourself, after the wonderful work you did for me.
Carver (to Hiiri): Thank you, ma'am. We're looking forward to it, ma'am.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I had a feeling... I've been following the footprints & cleaning the floor.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah... Ouch! Calm down you little... I've got him mostly cleaned up. I think I lost a pint of blood in the process, though.
Mouse (to Eep): Why on earth did the little monster climb in the paint? Oh geez, he climbed on the bed... I guess we need to do laundry, too. This is ridiculous.
Eep (to Mouse): Super. Yeah. I think things are gonna be...uh...interesting for a while with these little guys. (to Otto) Tell your kids to behave or I'm selling them to a sideshow.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Have you thought about names for the other two kittens? Clearly, Max is going to be trouble.
Eep (to Mouse): Not yet. I've, um, been kinda waiting to see what their personalities were like.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I guess great minds think alike...
Eep (to Mouse): So far, the only thing I know for sure is Max is a pain in my ass! I swear to God, he looks like he understands me when I say that shit...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, since I just spent the last hour cleaning paint pawprints off the floor & washing the sheets, I'd have to agree with you. And, I think they might understand us... and that makes me nervous.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Dear god, honey, please tell me this the last box? Heck, just lie to me, if you have to.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. It's the last box you'll ever have to see. Until we start unpacking, that is. I want to know precisely when I managed to amass so much CRAP.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I have no idea, I'm just glad it's the last box. I'm going to see if I can find my swimsuit & then take a dip.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have fun! I think that I shall lie here in the middle of the floor. I may never move again.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... Really? I bet I could make you move, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid not. I shall die here. Just build a monument to my... Eek! Hey now. Stop that! Hee hee. Woman! Do not tickle me! Ha ha ha! Get OFF! That's dirty pool, madam. Dirty pool!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... I will not have you languishing on the floor... No... you get away...
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank heavens I'm wily! You are RUTHLESS. No. No! You stay on your side of the apartment. Clearly you cannot be trusted.
Poppy (to Vincent): Awww, you're no fun, honey. :-P Have you seen my box of clothes?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know. I'm an old woman in an adorable goth boi's body. I thought we put all the boxes of your clothing in your bedroom. Is it not there?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I can't seem to find it. Maybe, you should help me look...
Vincent (to Poppy): Sure, hun. Isn't this trunk here full of clothing?
Poppy (to Vincent): Why, yes it is! ... Gotcha!
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh God dammit! I should have known you couldn't be... Knock it off! POPPY! That is IT.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, I'll stop... I was just going to kiss you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh really? Why were you worming your hands under my shirt then, madam? I won't fall for your tomfoolery again! :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): What? That's not how you kiss, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no you don't! Don't you try that wide-eyed look on me, Ms Meriwether. I don't care how pretty it makes you look. I KNOW better than to trust it.
Poppy (to Vincent): But, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): I might fall for it if you didn't have that wicked gleam in your eye.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... I really will leave you alone this time, honey. I'm going to go swim. I'll be back in a little while.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. I'm wondering if I should let you off the hook that easily. Hee hee. I'm kidding, hun. Enjoy your swim.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will... Have fun without me.
Vincent (to Poppy): It will be a slog, but I shall endure. I think I'm going to take a nap on the couch. I'm feeling pooped.
Meanwhile in Brittania:
Hiiri: <high voice> "How can I thank you, you big sexy man?" <low voice> "No need, little lady, your heaving bosom is thanks enough. You see, I was once a big, bad pirate, but a little nancy boy ruined me. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No, not the hair! Never the hair!" <high voice> "But there must be some way I can show my appreciation." <low voice> "No, no. ruining my sister’s plans and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!" <high voice> "I understand. I have an uncle who’s gay, so…" <low voice> "Say no more. Evil’s still afoot! And I’m almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the airship!" … Oh, Alistair, you are just too much fun to torment... and so terrible at hiding out. I think this is going to be enjoyable. (to Carver) Go down and fetch me Alistair, little brother... His time has clearly come to an end.
Carver (to Hiiri): Of course, ma'am. Would you like us to bring him up quietly, or make him scream, ma'am?
Hiiri (to Carver): Quietly, if you please, we don't want too much attention.
Carver (to Hiiri): Of course, ma'am. This is why we let you do all the thinking, ma'am,
Several hours later:
Hiiri (to Carver): Look at all of those children down there, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager, friendly smiles... Help them.
Carver: We never thought we would say this, but we really enjoy our work. (to Hiiri) We'd be happy to, ma'am. Why ever do we seem to have so many of them, ma'am? And how many are we allowed to play with?
Hiiri (to Carver): Oh, as many as you want, little brother. How else are the children going to learn anything about natural selection?
Carver (to Hiiri): How wonderful for us, ma'am! Thank you. We're especially keen on that small, dark-haired one. He reminds us of someone, ma'am. Would you like us to do something with what's left of the prince, ma'am? We don't like to leave a mess, ma'am.
Hiiri: It really is amazing how people take to Carver. (to Carver) Don't worry your little head, I'll have Marguerite and Gregory clean up... I believe we have a tall enough ladder somewhere. You go outside and play. You deserve to do something for yourself, after the wonderful work you did for me.
Carver (to Hiiri): Thank you, ma'am. We're looking forward to it, ma'am.
