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Much too much mustard
Polar Pete: Arh, there we are, ha, ha, ha.
Debbie: Oh, that's better.
Polar Pete: Snow place like home eh?
Debbie: Oh what a lovely cosy place Pete.
Polar Pete: Yes, freeze star hotel eh, get it? Freeze star hotel...
Debbie: Oh yes.
Polar Pete: ... I do love a pun. Now you make yourself at home, ha, ha.
Debbie: Right. Just look at all those planes.
Polar Pete: Yes, I used to be a Pilot you see.
Debbie: A pilot, really?
Polar Pete: Mmm, yes I parachuted here once upon a time, it appealed to my, my personality you see.
Debbie: Mmm.
Polar Pete: Peace, perfect peace. Now let's see what's bubbling over here. Well it looks like erm pot luck, ha, ha.
Debbie: Anything will do, I don't know when I last eat.
Polar Pete: Oh well, we have Pease pudding, we have erm pot roast and pickle, or maybe you'd prefer some potatoes, parsnips and processed peas...
Debbie: Mmm, I'd like the...
Polar Pete: ... or a portion of pigeon pie with particular puffed up pastry and in the oven I have a piping hot pizza with pepperoni and prawn, ha, ha, ha.
Debbie: Mmm that sound lovely, a quick...
Polar Pete: And then for desert we have the pick of the puddings. You can have pumpkin pie, preserved prunes, pastries, pears, plums or peaches, ha.
Debbie: Finished?
Polar Pete: Any particular preference?
Debbie: I think I'd quite like the pizza.
Polar Pete: Ah, very good choice, I'm rather partial to a piece of pizza myself.
Debbie: Mmm.
Polar Pete: Ah, there we are, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ah yes. Now would you like some er, some pepper?
Debbie: Oh no thanks er, that looks delicious.
Polar Pete: Oh eat up, oh! Mustard.
Debbie: Mustard?
Polar Pete: You must have some mustard.
Debbie: Oh right, thanks.
Polar Pete: Hmm. Er, Pineapple juice?
Debbie: You're being very, very kind Pete.
Polar Pete: My pleasure my dear, my pleasure, I assure you.
(Debbie covers the Pizza with mustard whilst Polar Pete is not looking).
Polar Pete: Stop!
Debbie: What?
Polar Pete: Oh for Pete's sake, don't eat that.
Debbie: Why not?
Polar Pete: Well you put much too much mustard on it, see? That much mustard is, is so hot it'll, it'll set your perishing tongue on fire. Now use that for your little, your little fingers. That's it, there we go. Give you a nice fresh piece, ha, ha. Pardon my paws. Ah there we are now, you see, with mustard, all you need is the puniest, puniest drop. There we are now.
Debbie: Right.
Polar Pete: Eat up, ha, ha.
Debbie: Mmmmm.
Added: 04/04/2016
I'll get her this time
T-Bag: Oh, bliss, bliss. That's warmed me up no end. What's the matter with you?
T-Shirt: I wanted to stay and play in the snow.
T-Bag: Oh don't be childish.
T-Shirt: It's not fair, I never get any fun around here.
T-Bag: Don't you worry T-Shirt, the fun will soon start when I get my hands on little Miss goody-goody.
T-Shirt: You haven't had much luck so far.
T-Bag: I'll get her this time, you mark my words. Now then, where is she?
Added: 04/04/2015
And me
Polar Pete: Well, there we are, ah.
Debbie: Oh great.
Polar Pete: I say, that's pretty strange.
Debbie: What is?
Polar Pete: Who's been picking up my paintings, uh? And who has been playing with my planes and who has been pinching my peanuts? Ah.
(He follows the trail of peanut shells to reveal T-Bag and T-Shirt hiding behind a curtain).
Polar Pete: I say.
T-Bag: Well hello.
T-Shirt: Hello.
Polar Pete: Who are you?
T-Bag: Out of our way.
Debbie: (gasps) T-Bag!
T-Shirt: And me!
Debbie: And T-Shirt.
T-Shirt: Thanks.
Polar Pete: This is preposterous, positively unpardonable, what are the pair of you playing at, eh?
T-Bag: Why not ask your pretty little friend, she knows what we're after.
Debbie: Go away T-Bag, why can't you leave me alone?
T-Bag: I want those letters, all of them.
Debbie: No!
Added: 04/04/2014
What reading's all about
Debbie: I've been showing T-Shirt what reading's all about.
T-Bag: You've been what?
T-Shirt: It's great fun, puckle, packle, pickle.
T-Bag: Milk tops and muffins, how dare you do such an evil thing?
Debbie: You're the one that's evil, not allowing anybody round here to read, it's a wicked thing to do.
T-Bag: Mind your own business you nasty child.
Debbie: It is my business, it's everybody's business, you've no right.
T-Bag: I have every right because I am the High-T.
Debbie: What are you so afraid of then, eh T-Bag?
T-Bag: Afraid? Me, afraid? I'm not afraid.
Added: 08/11/2010