|What could it possibly be?|
|No, Poppy, your hand has always been at the end of your arm.|
|Whoa, whoa - what?! This den floor is looking damned empty. Where the hell is Ms. Chase!?|
|Oh, she's just playing chess on the back patio with a haunted chair. As you do.|
|I think the chair might be winning.|
|Looks like it's time to mosey. Goodbye, Ms. Chase! |
I don't know how you got stuck to the den, or how you extricated yourself, but we had fun, that's for sure.
|Parting is such confusing sorrow, it seems.|
|I suppose you can stay through graduation, Kayla, just don't go getting any ideas about sticking yourself to anything.|
And put on some damned clothing.
|Hrm. Looks like a group is forming. What's going on here?|
|Oh I see, it's a meeting of the Peevish and Cranky. Well, where the hell is everyone else?|
|Poppy's fishing on a cliff-edge. Can't say I didn't see that one coming.|
|Stanley's gone to the gym to contemplate his constipation.|
|Wait, Stanley - I see the problem. You've got a bag of coins coming out of your ass. That's where you went wrong.|
|The mailman is throwing tantrums, so I'm not sure why he didn't turn up for the meeting.|
|Kayla's managed to get something done while wearing clothing, so that's new.|
|Ugh, okay. Take your clothes off. I'm not arguing with anyone who can make a notebook disappear with just a glower.|
|I was wondering where Frida was. "Near a building" was my first guess, too.|
|Ah, she's meeting with King Travis. He's looking pretty snazzy in those high-waters. |
Other than having some sort of 1950s fashion appreciation meeting, I'm clueless as to why these two are getting together.
|I think she's imparting wisdom on how King Travis could get his whites whiter.|
|I agree. This exchange is freaking hilarious.|
|Ordinarily, I'd tell these two to knock it off, but Stanley has good reason to need a little extra comfort today.|
|First, Kayla made him talk about cast-iron skillets.|
|Then it was his turn to mop up the unexplained puddle.|
|After that, he tried to get comfortable, but Suri chased him around the room and made fun of him for not having slippers on.|
|Then he couldn't find ANY stars at all.|
|Immediately afterward he turned invisible for a few minutes, which made it hard to grimace at anyone.|
|And this whole shitty day was capped off by having to take guff from chess table.|
Hope tomorrow's better for ya, Stanley.