Gitatit : Hey, HEY, hey, party-goers!
Feborah : Hi, Git. You seem energized.
Gitatit : To be sure, FEBulous.
Hercule : My name is Hercule.
Gitatit : Herculo?
Hercule : Hercule.
Gitatit : Herclue?
Soofoo : Boy! I could listen to this banter all night, or I could gag on a --
Gitatit : Calm down, Gorgeous.
Soofoo : -- spoon.
Feborah : I want to get Hercule to a nice quiet place where we can play Pop goes the Weasel.
Hercule : Weasel!? Where!?
Feborah : It's just a game, Hercule.
Hercule : My aunt Tilly was eaten by a weasel!
Soofoo : Ha ha ha --er -- uh -- horrifying.
Gitatit : The world is a cruel and blah, blah, blah -- Hey, Soofoo. Let's go play I Got a Secret.
Soofoo : Detective Soofoo is on the job.
Feborah : Hercule, let's go find a place further inside.
Hercule : I'm a little nervous.
Soofoo : Oooh! This ought to be quite the fun time, (aside) barring any weasel attacks.
To be continued...
