Hayfa: | And you're sure we can get my home back? |
Lanschi: | Absolutely! |
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Lanschi: | All we have to do is show this form here to my nefarious arch-nemesis, who has a history of not following laws or keeping to agreements, and have him sign it! |
Panschi: | For the same chance of success, try standing on your tongue! |
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Lanschi: | See? We'll have you back home in no time! |
Hayfa: | Mooing milkmaids, this is way too exciting! |
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Panschi: | Um, yes, very thrilling. Let's go now. |
Hayfa: | Wah-wah-wait, I have to sit down a bit first! |
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Hayfa: | Whew! Good thing someone put all this rubble here. It's not that comfy, but it'll have to do. |
Parsley: | Umm, Hayfa... |
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Hayfa: | That said, I don't remember this rubble from when I last was here. In fah-fah-fact, I could have sworn that...- |
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Hayfa: | SWEET POLLY OLIVER, MY HOUSE!! |
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Hayfa: | BOO-HOOOOO! |
Parsley: | Don't worry, Hayfa, I'm sure it will be back to normal in time for the next story! |
Lanschi: | Story? |