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[Delmonico]

Drool in his beard?

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim comes back into the kitchen with a dozen brown eggs and a gallon of milk. He puts them in the ice box.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico notices that now instead of drool in his beard, Slim has now got milk froth.  Delmonico does not want to know why.

[Trinity]

"I don't know, Trinity, it was like I have a gap in my memory, like I didn't exist for a little while. It was discombobulating! I think you should leave the stills early tomorrow and go get that package!"

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother nods several times to make her point.

"Ah 'ppologize Miss FFG, but Ah din't make it back in  tahm.  Mebbe tomorry.  What is so all fahr'd important?  Are you still dis... uh, dis... uh, dis-combobberlatered?  Whatever that is, Ah wan' you ta try this." Trinity holds up a jug "This'll hailp fer shore!!"   

[Trinity]

Delmonico notices that now instead of drool in his beard, Slim has no got milk froth.  Delmonico does not want to know why.

"You gettin' your drank dye-rektly from the tap, Slim??"

[Delmonico]

Thats what scares me.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother takes a swig from the jug then gives Trinity a smooch on the cheek. With a wan smile, she gives a hopeful look to the eggs and has a seat at the kitchen table. In a few moments, her eyes lose focus and close.  Her head drifts forward, then drops, slowly, slowly, until her face is on the table and she is drooling in her hair.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"What did you guys do to the FFg?!?!"

[Trinity]

"Miss FFG!!"  Trinity pats her face a few times and wonders why women keep fainting in his presence.  This can't be a good thing.

Trinity looks up at Slim "Ah don' know what the matter is.  This ain' no 'specially strong brew."

He turns his attention back to The FFG:  "Miss FFG!  C'mon back, now!  Someone brang me a rag so's Ah kin clean this drool out of her hair, it ain' very becommin' "

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"SNNNNNRRRRRRRK.........SNNNNNRRRRRRRK........."

[Trinity]

"Alright fellers, this rag ain' gonna do it!  Someone git me a pail an one of them sponges to sop it up!!"

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

She stops snoring and turns her head so the other cheek is against the table, and starts mumbling in her sleep.

"mmmrrpphh... oh yeah, baby, like that... yeah..mmrrpp...snrrk.. oh.. oh.. OH!"

[Trinity]

 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"OH!!"

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother's head jerks up and she sees Trinity looking at her with a shocked expression on his face. HER face turns a lovely shade of magenta.

"Uh.. where am I?"

[Trinity]

Sheepishly, Trinity begins to answer:  "Uh...  wail... uh, yore home, Miss FFG, whar do you think you are?"  Trinity pulls his jug off the table and hides it behind his back.  He would look to the others for help, but they all sidled out when The FFG began acting strangely.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother is too sleepy and out of it to lie effectively... and she never was a good liar to begin with.

"I.... uh.. I was getting a rub."

"Is there any coffee?"

[Delmonico]

Delmonico come to the door from the kitchen, he leaves and comes back and sandbags the door to the kitchen.   "Keep that durned slopper out a my kitchen.  And get a squeege and push it out in the yard.  It's as bad as Slim and his milk foam in his beard."

[Trinity]

Trinity pours two cups of coffee and takes The FFG out to the porch where the evening is quite mild.  He is worried about her because it has been a week since Delmonico let the skinks loose in her cupola and if these dreams continue, perhaps there might be some deep seated perversion that must be addressed.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico watches what is going on and goes into his office and writes some more on his thesis.

"Dr' Freud will love this", he says to himself.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Well, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother isn't going to say that there are rubs, then there are rubs (different ways and different places), and that dreams are only dreams and that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. She just sits in the swing, enjoying the evening and the company.