Meet The Piffles

A comedy soap opera about the lives of a "typical" suburban middle classed family.

NB: Though George and Gracie have been married for 15 years, their children come from previous marriages (Brad is George's son, Dana is Gracie's daughter).

The Cast:-

The Piffles

George Piffle (aged 45) - the father..............................................Tibvo
Gracie Piffle (aged 46) - the mother..............................................Maid of Marvels
Brad Piffle (aged 18) - the son......................................................darrenfate
Dana Piffle (aged 19) - the daughter..............................................Vailyn
Paulie Piffle (aged 50) - the uncle..................................................ariosto
George Piffle (aged 45) - George's twin brother................................Yoc ODubhthaigh

The Longs - their next door neighbours

Howie Long (aged 41) - husband...................................................android1966
Belle Long (aged 42) - wife...........................................................chanaud

The rest - friends, enemies, etc...

Fifi Damour (aged 39?) - Paul Piffle's current paramour .....................mya
Misti Crier (aged 37) - Gracie's younger sister .................................VeiledLady
Mr Burns (aged 83) - grumpy old neighbour .....................................Ovbit
Erik Storm - Owner of the Swedish Massage & Tanning Salon...............Turk-Rakker
Heidi Moist (aged 18) - girl from down the road................................Heidi Moist
General J. T. McCree....................................................................Tibvo


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George

George is a worried man.

He is seeing the Personel Director tomorrow.

Why? What does he want to see me for?

They wouldn't tell him. Only that his appointment is at 10am tomorrow morning.

Oh God! They're going to sack me! I just know it!

For most of the day, he worries about it so that by the time he leaves work to go home, he is a gibbering wreck.

He is still mumbling about it when he walks up the drive to his family home. Fumbling with the keys, he lets himself in...

Gracie

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgHe's home! Gracie adjusts the huge pink ribbon that she has tied around her neck and gives herself the once-over in the mirror. Perfect! He can't possibly resist me now, she thinks to herself.

Gracie leans against the doorway to the kitchen and places her hand on her hip. Just like the latest centerfold in her favorite magazine (after Cosmo, that is) Boy Toy.

She smiles seductively as George lets himself in while scanning the headlines of the afternoon paper. Without looking up, he calls out "Gracie! I'm home. What's for dinner?"

"Meatloaf, lover... But I'm dessert."

George looks up slowly over the top of his glasses. There she is. In all her splendor... Dressed in a giant bow.

"Oh God, Gracie! Now you've gone and spoiled my appetite," he whines and looks around the room quickly. "Cover yourself up! Where are the kids?"

Gracie stamps her foot and pouts. "Dammit, Georgie! You have to break loose and live a little!"

"I do live, Gracie. I live to make a living to support all of you in the manner to which you have become accustomed. Now go get dressed before one of the kids walks in."

BRAD

It was a good day at school, one of the girls from band had fallen down right in front of him! Brad had seen her underwear. Yeah. Then he got to help her up, and got a hug for his troubles. A very good day indeed. Now, he was hungry.

Bursts through the entrance, banging it hard against his father George who had stopped just inside the door. The door only opens part way

" Hello, I'm home! Ohhh sorry. Who did I hit? Hey can ya move aside so I can get in? "

George

He can't believe it! He comes home after a horrible day at work to find his wife naked!!

Is that all she thinks about? Sex!!??

What if the neighbours sees? The last thing he wants is for them to see her parading about like that!

Getting up, he goes over to the front door to peer out.

"Please, Dear! Get dressed before anyone sees!" he pleads.

Then the worst thing happens, the door crashes into him, knocking the wind out of him.

"Hello, I'm home! Ohhh sorry. Who did I hit? Hey can ya move aside so I can get in?"

Oh no! It's Brad!

"Gracie!!" but it's too late. The door is suddenly wrenched open and George goes flying.

Looking up, he sees his son just standing in the doorway, starring at his naked step-mother.

"I did warn you!" George shouts, totally embarrassed himself...

Dana

Shaking my head with the beat, I wait for the guitar solo to end before singing:

Ohhhhhhh!
What does fate know
That I do not
What do the cards show
That I can not fight?
How would destiny seal my life
When oh~~~~~~

Thunder roars in the distance
Anger flows against the wind
Fear around the corner
One step behind
Won’t let this thing
Trap me inside
That poison of emotions-
The Evils of Love!

The music ends with a rousing crescendo that has an abrupt end like lightening. "Great! That was great! This was a good practice, we'll met up again Friday?" There were a chorus of agreement from the band. Tossing my long hair back, I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Grabbing all my things, I wave good-bye as I run out the door.

Jumping into the car, I rush home. I think we're suppose to have the family dinner tonight. It is tonight, right? Or is it tommorrow night? God I need one of those PDA things! I'm--

My cellphone rings and I juggle the wheel, my misbehaving long hair and the handsfree to answer the call. "Hello? Oh! Hey! How are you? Do what?" I park the car, grab my bookbag and walk into the house. "Uh huh, yeah, sure! Tommorrow night sounds great. Oh shut up! I will not talk about Eric with you! Get over it, so tommorrow? Okay, sure, I'm home. Let me call you later. Bye!"

Without looking I bump right into someone. "Ouch! Hey! Don't block-" I look up and see Mom dressed in a pink ribbon and my nose automatically wrinkles up in distaste at the color pink. Then I notice Brad is the one I bumped into and Dad is making tiny mewling like noises over by the couch. Moving around Brad, I see how enraptured he is. Pushing him hard on the side so that he loses his balance, I yell, "Ewwwwwwwwwww!!! Grow up! That's MOM!!! You dork!"

I move towards Mom and give her a kiss on the cheek. "You look fab! I hope I look this good when I'm your age." My nose wrinkles up again. "Did you HAVE to wear a PINK bow tho? Geez, red is SO much more sexy!" Dropping my voice, I ask,"Did it work?" She shakes her head no. I sigh. Moving along to my bedroom, I call out, "So, what's for dinner?"

Gracie

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgGracie couldn't help agreeing with Dana. Maybe that's where she went wrong. The color of the ribbon. Next time (and there would be a next time) she would use red.

"So, what's for dinner?"

Gracie looks in the direction of Dana's voice then quickly back toward the kitchen. "Oh NO! The meatloaf!" She ran into the kitchen grabbing an oven mitt and pulled open the oven. As she bends over to see if dinner is completely ruined, Gracie hears a quiet "Need some help... Mom?"

Bolting upright, she turns to face her stepson, Brad. "No. Everything's under control. Now shoo!" There was something disturbing yet exciting about the way he looked at her. She hadn't had a man look at her in that way for years. Oh get some clothes on Gracie, she muttered to herself. Turning her back to him, she had the decency to blush as she tried to think of a way to get past him to put something on.

"George?" she called out at last. "Can you come here a minute, sweetie?"

George

Getting up, he watches her rush into the kitchen.

He can't believe it! His wife was just standing there, talking to their children as if it is completely normal to be naked in front of everyone!

He then hears her calling out for him. Walking though, he sees her looking at the burnt dinner with Brad standing next to her.

"George! That damn oven has ruin the dinner again! Can you give Brad some money so we can get us a take-away?"

"Again? Gracie! I keep telling you! There's nothing wrong with the oven!"

"Are you saying there's something wrong with my cooking?" she says, accusing him.

Oh! Oh!

"No, Dear! Of course not!" George says, soothingly.

Then seeing that Brad is still standing here, he quickly hands him some money.

"Go on, son. Get us the usual."

"Err! Okay, Dad!" and he quickly scoots out the house, but not without taking another look at Gracie first.

"I do try you know." She sobs.

"I know you do! Now please get dressed. I don't want you going round and giving young Brad any nightmares."

She nods and walks out of the kitchen.

What can happen next? he worries...

The vintage VW bus was called the Flying Dutchman and it was known from Bangkok to Liverpool, from Capetown to Boston Harbor.
At least that's what the Falstaffian man behind the driver's seat told everyone.
Captain Paulie Piffle was rocketing the Dutchman into George's quiet neighborhood with the same panache he did every year at this time. Taking out trashcans, scareing pedestrians, and clipping a mailbox or two.

Chugging up the neat asphalt driveway, the dilapidated relic coughed a few times and died in a cloud of oily smoke.

Uncle Paulie emerged from the noxious cloud like Santa Clause in a Captain Ahab suit. His arms brimming with packages and parcels, suitcases and duffle bags...

"HEY GEORGIE I'M HERE MATE!..."

His voice woke the Cogburns who retired at 7:15 each night three blocks away.

"I SAY ...ALL PIFFLES ON DECK!...CAPTAIN PAULIE HAS ARRIVED!"

The door opens and a winsome creature rushes out.
"Uncle P...Uncle P! What have you brought me!"

It's Dana Piffle. The only Piffle in this household truly glad to see him. She's been doing this as long as she can remember...
Running ... jumping on him...and getting a great big surprise!

"Hiya." a voice said.

Dana looked past her uncles meaty shoulder and saw a vision.
Her jaw dropped and much to the Captains regret, the young Piffle daughter unwrapped her arms and legs from around his torso and stared at the gorgeous platinum blonde creatures
emerging from the smoke.

Standing in the door way now were the entire Piffle family and out on their lawns were all the Piffle's neighbors.

"Georgie, Grace, Little Brad and my precious Dana, here be someone I want you to meet!" he said proudly.

Fifi Damour

My eyes landed on the young girl clinging to my Sweetums as the smoke cleared from my vision. "Hi ya," I said as I popped my bubble gum in my teeth.

Sweetums looked over his shoulder and said, "Georgie, Grace, Little Brad and my precious Dana, here be someone I want you to meet!"

All eyes turned and looked past my Sweetums, so I turned and looked over my shoulder also. There was no one there. My squealing laughter rang out in the air. "Oh Sweetums, you mean Dolly here," I clutched my baby under my arm, holding her to my chest, her white curly hair piled atop her head, held by a small hot pink ribbon, a smaller twin to the huge hot pink ribbon I wore to hold my own riot of platinum blonde curls atop my head. I held out my baby’s front right paw for the girl to shake. "This is Dolly, she’s got a bit of a sniffle so you probably better not kiss her. My wittle poor Baby!" I cooed as I cuddled the miniature poodle to my ample bosom, nuzzling her cheek with mine. "Mommy Wommy will take good care of you. Paulie Piffle, my Dolly’s got sniffles." I kissed my baby right on the lips, forgetting all about the strangers gathering with Paulie. Now Dolly wore matching hot pink lip stick to mine.

I was dressed from head to toe in skin tight hot pink. I tottered forward on my 4" shiny black patent leather heels, my toe nails painted hot pink. The bottoms of my hot pants ended with furry white cuffs on each of my shapely calves and bands of white fluff also circled each of my wrists at the end of the tight sleeves of my tight low-cut K-Mart cotton shirt. Upon my overly made up face, I wore black rhine stone studded cats eye glasses, and a black velvet choker around my neck. Of course Dolly wore a matching black velvet collar to mine. My ensemble was completed by a 4" wide shiny black patent leather belt cinched tight at my waist and huge golden hoops on my ears.

Dana

I heard Uncle Paulie's roar of arrival and dropped everything to rush out to welcome him. Of all my relatives, he is my absolute favorite!

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my limbs around him in a big long hug.

"Georgie, Grace, Little Brad and my precious Dana, here be someone I want you to meet!" he said proudly.

Huh???? Who is that? I look over Uncle P's shoulder and see a vulumptous blonde woman step out of the VW. Wow! Look at her! She's way out there! I grin. She matches Uncle P pretty darn well. I suddenly become self-conscious and drop away from Uncle Paulie.

As the woman talked about her little dog Dolly, I had to mentally shake my head and think that she is most DEFINITLY BLONDE!!!

A wide grin breaks out across my face, I step forward and put out my hand to shake hers. "Hi! I'm Dana." Throwing Uncle P a wink, I turn back to the new woman in Uncle Paulie's life and say, "I'm Uncle P's favorite niece! Well, make that the ONLY niece. Nice to meet you... I just have to ask, have you ever seen Legally Blonde? It's such a funny movie! You just HAVE to see it if you didn't."

HOWIE LONG

Howie ran his fingers through his cropped hair as he waited for
the lights to change,he'd had a trying day at the store.Kids!
sometimes he had to explain the simplest job half a dozen
times to those trainees and still all he'd get was blank looks.
As he pulled away on green,he breathed a sigh at least he
could get some peace in the quiet 'burb where he lived,and
a nice meal followed by some quality time with his gorgeous
wife.As he turned into his street he was suddenly forced to
brake sharply as an ancient vw camper belching thick smoke
hurtled past him and veered into the Piffles drive without
indicating.Terrific,George's brother was home from the seven
seas.Parking up in his drive he got out of his car and headed for
his door,mentally steeling himself for a booming "Ahoy matey"
which was Cap'n Paulies usual greeting.

Belle Long

"I SAY ...ALL PIFFLES ON DECK!...CAPTAIN PAULIE HAS ARRIVED!"

That familiar voice boomed over Belle's favorite show, 'Entertainment Tonight'.

Well...well....well, she thought. Paulie has arrived. Unknowing, to her sweet husband Howie, he's played the star of many late night dreams.

On her way out the door, she stopped at the hall mirror and checked her makeup. "Not bad. Not bad. Thank goodness, the saleslady had talked her into buying this latest fashion new mini-dress." Belle thought.

There was a crowd around Paulie, of course. Who can resist that man?

With a hand on her hips, she asked in a sultry voice, "Kids, can I give your Uncle Paulie a kiss?"

Misty Crier

I knock on the door. Gracie sceams "Come to the backdoor."

I go around to the back and see Gracie standing with a pink ribbon on her neck. I say to myself, "Is it their anniversary already and did I miss it again?"

I walk in to see that the dinner is burnt and offer Gracie a hand to remake dinner.

George

"HEY GEORGIE I'M HERE MATE!..."

He did have to ask!

Please! Please! Don't say...

"I SAY ...ALL PIFFLES ON DECK!...CAPTAIN PAULIE HAS ARRIVED!"

Gaaahhhh!!!

He starts to feel one of his heads coming on.

Gingerly looking round the doorway to the kitchen, he sees his elder brother standing by the door with Dana and...

Who or what is he shacked up with now? Seems like a reject from Grease!

Oh God! He has forgotten that he is visiting for a week.

His brother has always been an embarrassment to him, with his loud mouth and foul taste in women. A cold shiver runs up his spine as he thinks about tonight. Last time, he was here, he kept them up all night by the sounds coming from his bedroom.

The man's an animal!

It doesn't help that Gracie gets even more frisky than normal when he's here. If that isn't bad enough!

He can definitely feeling a headache coming on.

"Kids, can I give your Uncle Paulie a kiss?" It's Belle Long from next door.

Taking advantage of the distraction, he tries to creep upstairs and away from the ruckus.

Maybe, he can plan an escape!...

BRAD

Still smarting from his sisters push in the ribs - she will get hers later - Brad was still in shock at what had transpired. He always knew his family was more than a little bent but hey even this was over the top!

Seeing his mother naked was one thing, but having her oblivious to it and bending over to check the roast in the lower oven Mmm. Her ass was big and round and - whoa wait. He had to stop this kinda thinking right now. He jumped in that antique AMC Gremlin his Dad kept around for no damn good reason and sped off to to the KumonIwannalaya Chinese takeout restaurant for "the usual" stuff.

When he got back a huge grin was on his face. The van meant only one thing- Uncle Paulie! Yes, he was back. the front yard was full of women as usual. Uncle Paulie drew 'em that's for sure. Maybe he could give him some tips on how to attract them like flies.

Gracie

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgGracie squeezed into her skin-tight faux leopard skin spandex outfit and slipped on her gold lame high-heeled mules. (The ones with the maribou feathers) Smoothing her hands over her outfit, she examined herself in the mirror. Nothing but a blur. "Sheesh," she said aloud with a chuckle as she grabbed her ever-elusive glasses. "Much better!"

She didn't look bad for her age. Her curves were still in the right places and gravity had been kind so far. She just didn't understand why George didn't find her desirable. Gracie knew she'd find a way to turn him on... or die trying. The obligatory birthday, anniversary and Christmas tumbles he threw her away just didn't do it.

"I SAY ...ALL PIFFLES ON DECK!...CAPTAIN PAULIE HAS ARRIVED!"

Gracie ran to the window and looked down into the yard below. "Paulie!" she said excitedly. Now that was a man who could make you feel like a real woman. Maybe it was true that George had been left on the front porch in the milk box and that their mother just didn't have the heart to trade him back for the quart of milk she had actually ordered. It just wasn't natural that two brothers could be so different.

She checked her makeup quickly and hurried toward the stairs almost knocking George down on the way.

"Sweetie! Your brother's here... Where you going?"

George shook his head sadly. "Headache, Gracie. Pounding. Sudden. Need bed." He instantly regretted his last words as his wife's eyes lit up. "Alone, Gracie. Alone."

She sighed and gave him a quick peck and caressed his face. "Don't stay up here too long, lover. I thought I heard my sister's voice out there, too." Gracie hurried down the stairs and outside calling his brother's name.

George grimaced. Just what he needed Gracie, Misty and his brother all under the same roof. He could just hear them now... laughing and cackling like hens with Paulie as the center of attraction.

Fifi Damour - current paramour to Paulie

"Hi! I'm Dana. I'm Uncle P's favorite niece! Well, make that the ONLY niece. Nice to meet you... I just have to ask, have you ever seen Legally Blonde? It's such a funny movie! You just HAVE to see it if you didn't."

Chewing my gum loudly, I place my hand in Dana’s holding it like I was expecting her to kiss it. "I’m Fifi Damour, you can call me Fifi, short for Fifi Damour. Seen Legally Blonde? Paulie? You need a license to be blonde? Paulie, you didn’t tell me I needed a license!"

As Belle Longe sashayed across the lawn, all eyes turned to her as she said, "Kids, can I give your Uncle Paulie a kiss?" I immediately mistook her to be Gracie as I eyed her fashionable mini-dress with distaste. "You must be Gracie," popping my gum, "don’t you worry Sugar, Sweetums said I could take you shopping while I’m here. You know, to help you pick out a new wardrobe." I leaned closer to her and said, "Don’t you worry none, that husband of yours, George, won’t be able to resist you once I’m done with you."

Just then, Gracie came out of the house calling Paulie’s name, wearing a leapard skin outfit I could admire. I turned back to Belle, whom I still believed to be Gracie and patted her hand, "She must be that shameless hussy, Belle, that lives next door! " I nodded over my shoulder pointing to Gracie with my head as she drew nearer. "Honey all she has going for her that you don’t is her good taste in clothes. I can make you over to keep up with her any old day!"

Paulie Piffle beamed at the welcome he was getting!
Young Dana was certainly growing up...yes indeeed...yes indeed. Pert young breasts...long tan legs...
And here's Belle Long...Ohhh those nights at the PineyRest Lodge!...And there's Howie...Lord what did she ever see in him!

An aged Gremlin screeches into the driveway and skids to a stop beside the 'Dutchman'...A gangly good looking teenager hops out...
It's Brad!...Handsome little devil...Spittin' image of me when I was his age.
And there's Gracie!...OH Time thou hast spared her so well!...memories of a summer 19 years ago when George was
attending all those conferences on sales motivation....*sigh*


He was elated that Fifi seemed to be fitting in so well with everyone. She was the kind of girl that would bring color, excitement and a taste of class to the Piffles and their friends. Just look at the way Belle was flushing alreadyat something his sweetypie had just said!

"Gracie Girl you look as pretty as schooner rigged cat boat with the wind astern!"
He embraced her warmly and she thrilled at his compliment...(wind astern!?.)

"Now Lass where be me Little Brother? I've treasure for all but somethin' special for Georgie boy!"

Belle Long

Belle couldn’t believe Paulie bringing home a girl like Fifi. She figured he had more class than that. After all, she did allow him to take her under the stairs at the Lodge. Wait! It was 3 times. Obviously, Paulie has been inhaling Dutchman’s fumes too long.

As Fifi continued to ramble and smacking her gum, Belle’s face turned an ugly shade of red. Who is she to give fashion tips? She looks like a walking Pepto Bismol!

“I am Belle Long, the neighbor. That is Gracie. And this happens to be Tommy Hilfiger’s newest spring design.”

Fifi looked at Belle from head to toe and crinkled her nose.
"Oopsie, my mistake. Honey, I hope you didn’t spend more than $5.00 for that dress. I don’t know who this Tammy Hillfinger is..."

Belle looked at her dress in dismay. Five dollars? This dress cost over a hundred dollars!

"No man will want to make love to a woman dressed like that.."

SLAAAAAAAP!!!!

Fifi froze in place as the red mark formed across her cheek.

Before anybody had a chance to intervene, Fifi and Belle were clawing and scratching each other apart.

Mr Burns:

Mr Burns was outside in the front pruning his favourite rose tree. An elderly man, he had lived on his own ever since his beloved wife, Agnes, died 10 years ago. It was a nice evening, peaceful and quiet until he saw a banger older than even him come racing around the corner and screech to a halt outside Piffles' place.

"Those darn neighbours! Always causing a ruckus." Turning away in disgusted, he carried on with his trimming. A little later he heard screaming and shouting.

"What in tarnation is all that racket about now!?" Hearing it was coming from the Piffles' place, he puts down his shears and hobbled over to investigate. Looking over the hedge, he saw two women tearing at each other on their front lawn.

"Hee! Hee! I always liked a cat fight!" he grinned, showing his toothless gums.

OH MY!

[FONT=Kristen ITC(Western)] I hear the slap and see Fifi's face. She is in shock. I run out the door, to be nosy of course.

I pull down my mini skirt (made from faux fur, wonder what kind of animal a faux is?). Everyone gathers around the event to see what will happen next.
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Gracie

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgGracie was all a-quiver at the sight of Paulie. He was good for her ego, if nothing else. And there was that time... Even if it was when she was a mere girl.

"Misty!" she called out to her sister. "Look who's here!"

Gracie looked around her yard at the scene that was slowly unfolding. A fight had broken out between Belle and someone that Gracie didn't recognize. This was better than the WWF. Never a dull moment when Paulie was around.

Looking up, she spotted Mr. Burns peeking over the hedge and wiggled her fingers at him, "Hiya Mr. Burns! I'm just going to make coffee. Wanna join us?" Gracie didn't understand why George thought Mr. Burns was a perv, but she thought he was a nice old gentleman. She hoped he'd come over. Besides, maybe she could hook Misty up with him so she's stop eyeing Georgie.

As Gracie turned to go inside, she walked straight into Brad. "Got the Chinese, Mom" he said with a slight break in his voice. "Need help in the kitchen?"

"Sure, Brad. You can help me get out the good china." She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but if he wanted to do stuff around the house all of a sudden, who was she to argue?

Brad grinned and followed his stepmother back toward the house. The good china was paper plates and styrofoam cups. Nothing but the best for Uncle Paulie, he thought with a chuckle taking one last lingering look at all the women in the yard. Yup. Life was good.

HOWIE LONG

Howie was hovering near his front door,keeping an anxious eye on Belle and Paulie.He hadn't paid
much attention to Paulie's companion and the first hint of trouble he got was when Belle let fly a resounding slap to the blonde woman's face.He immediately rushed over to the fracas.Belle and the stranger were by now rolling around on the floor scratching and hissing obscenities at one another.Howie winced as the stranger managed to get a grip on Belles top and a loud rip signalled the dress's demise.He grabbed Paulie by the shoulder,whatever Paulie's other faults he figured he could be relied on as a man of action.

"You grab your friend Paulie,i'll get Belle"

Dolly - Fifi's miniature white poodle with the matching pink hair bow

Dolly ended up with four feet on the ground, something that didn't happen often for her. She eagerly joined in the shenanigans...her teeth bared at the evil Belle. She nipped at her ankles and jumped on her several times. Finally, Dolly grabbed the prize as she sunk her teeth into the poor woman's underwear, and Dolly tugged, and she tugged, and she tugged for all she was worth. At the same time Fifi’s fingers caught in the top of Belle’s dress and with a loud *RIP*, Belle’s top tore down the middle at the exact same moment that Dolly’s teeth tore a chunk of silk out of her underwear. Dolly romped around, shaking the piece of silky black fabric like she had killed something, growling and prancing the whole time.

"Owwwwwwww," cried Fifi "stop pulling my hair...you, you...you..." Fifi thought of the most vile insult she could as she finished her sentence, "you....Brunette you!" And Belle was crying out, "Get that Damn Rat off my ass!" And the rolling and tumbling scritch fight on the Piffle front lawn continued.