Here is the original scene.


It was a bright, sunny morning at Parody Island, and Sir Mumphrey Wilton was enjoying the morning paper with a hot cup of tea. He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest. The Englishman enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Lair Legion provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.

Dancer quietly sat down next to Sir Mumphrey with a bagel in hand as her breakfast. "Good morning," she said as she joined him. She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly grabbed the fashion insert from the newspaper and began to read silently. They both knew it was only a matter of time before CrazySugarFreakBoy! came rocketing down the stairs making as much noise as possible on his way to watch his morning cartoons, and the pair intended to make as much of the peace and quiet as possible while they still could.

It was a green, Caphan morning at Parody Island, and Hatman was enjoying Visionary's diary with a hot cup of Sir Mumphrey's special blend of breakfast tea.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Candian enjoyed the challenges being a member of
the Association of Candian Subversive Agents in American States (ACSAAS) provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Hallie quietly sat down next to Hatman with a sausage in hand as her breakfast.  "May the All-Father smile upon you," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly danced the Personals insert from the newspaper and began to gyrate silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before CSFB! came eloping down the stairs making as much utility belt as possible on his way to watch his morning action shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the silly string as possible while they still could.

It was a charming, ceramic morning at Parody Island, and Herbert P. Garrick was enjoying "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard with a 15 year old single malt scotch. He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest. The Netherlandsian enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Fratneral Order of Gandy Dancers provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.

Amber St. Claire quietly sat down next to Herbert P. Garrick with bacon in hand as her breakfast. "Heya sweetcheeks!" she said as she joined him. She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly ruptured the Job Listings insert from the newspaper and began to caress silently. They both knew it was only a matter of time before Flapjack came smothering down the stairs making as much turtle as possible on his way to watch his morning Japanese Game Shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the pair of boxer shorts as possible while they still could.

It was a drunk, stippled morning at Parody Island, and Mr. Papadapopolis was enjoying Modern Malefactor with a Southern Comfort.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Badripoorian enjoyed the challenges being a member of Extraordinary Endeavor Enterprises provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Grace O'Mercy quietly sat down next to Mr. Papadapopolis with baklava in hand as her breakfast.  "Give me five.  Maybe seven and a half," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly sweated the Cartoons insert from the newspaper and began to chew silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before Hatman came defibrilating down the stairs making as much feather duster as possible on his way to watch his morning Celebrity Cooking shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the high-heeled shoes as possible while they still could.

It was a majestic, irksome morning at Parody Island, and the Chronicler of Stories was enjoying the Railway Timetables with a sparkling water.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Gabonian enjoyed the challenges being a member of the San Joaquin Valley GMC Truck Dealership provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Glitch quietly sat down next to the Chronicler of Stories with campfire marshmallows in hand as her breakfast.  "Gimme some sugar, sugar," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly thrusted the Currencies and Exchange Rates insert from the newspaper and began to void silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before Ham-Boy  came marooning down the stairs making as much beacon as possible on his way to watch his morning Best Agricultural Accidents Caught on Film shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the halibut as possible while they still could.

It was a devastated, mad morning at Parody Island, and CrazySugarFreakBoy! was enjoying a Doctor Who novel with a Fanta.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The 
Czechoslavakian enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Martingdale Meat Co. provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Dancer quietly sat down next to CrazySugarFreakBoy! with curry in hand as her breakfast.  "Wassup?" she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly died the Obituaries insert from the newspaper and began to smell silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before the Hooded Hood came excreting down the stairs making as much sausages as possible on his way to watch his morning Detective Comedies, and the pair intended to make as much of the cheese as possible while they still could.

It was a purple, lumpy morning at Parody Island, and Hatman was enjoying the poster with a water.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Frenchman enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Calderdale Citizens Advice Bureau provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Amber St Claire quietly sat down next to Hatman with candy floss in hand as her breakfast.  "What are you doing here?" she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly snored the Front Page insert from the newspaper and began to explode silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before Anvil Man came watching down the stairs making as much toes as possible on his way to watch his morning Weather shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the snooker cue as possible while they still could.

It was a plangent, evervescent morning at Parody Island, and dull thud was enjoying Fin Fang Foom's Guide To Superhero Footwear with a high protein Vitashake.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Candian enjoyed the challenges being a member of H.E.R.P.E.S. provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Velcrovixen quietly sat down next to dull thud with a bowl of Tricky's Five-Alarm Chili in hand as her breakfast.  "May the seed of your loins bear fruit in the belly of your woman," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly exsanuinated the Financial News insert from the newspaper and began to defenestrate silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before Harlagaz came flopping down the stairs making as much submarines as possible on his way to watch his morning live action wrestling, and the pair intended to make as much of the kaleidoscope as possible while they still could.

It was a squishy, dark morning at Parody Island, and Chad was enjoying Morning Malefactor with a Red Bull.  He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Republic of Spangoian enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Federal Meta-Human Resource Center provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.


Catharine quietly sat down next to Chad with haggis in hand as her breakfast.  "Avast," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly bit the Obituaries insert from the newspaper and began to kick silently.  They both knew it was only a matter of time before Ronnie came licking down the stairs making as much spatula as possible on his way to watch his morning Telenovelas and the pair intended to make as much of the hose as possible while they still could.

It was a charming, ceramic morning (remember folks, our climate is fragile) at Parody Island, and Herbert P. Garrick was enjoying "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard with a 15 year old single malt scotch. (It must make more sense the more scotch you have... unless you're Tom Cruise.) He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest. ( A lot of people seem to enjoy that.) The Netherlandsian (is this what we're calling the Dutch these days?) enjoyed the challenges being a member of the Fratneral Order of Gandy Dancers provided (mostly composing new work songs and polishing pry bars), but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again. 

Amber St. Claire quietly sat down next to Herbert P. Garrick with bacon in hand as her breakfast. "Heya sweetcheeks!" she said as she joined him. (What man wouldn't like to be greeted that way by a hot lesbian with a fist full of bacon?) She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly ruptured the Job Listings insert from the newspaper (she's a busy woman with greasy hands... she can't be bothered with unfolding.) and began to caress silently. (With that kind of illicit fraternization, it's probably a good idea to keep a close eye on the job listings.) They both knew it was only a matter of time before Flapjack came smothering down the stairs making as much turtle as possible on his way to watch his morning Japanese Game Shows (he esepcially enjoys the "Making Much Happy Fun Turtle" hour sweepstakes), and the pair intended to make as much of the pair of boxer shorts as possible while they still could. (My sincere apologies to Amber... I really didn't try to make this one this dirty.)

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>   The Candian enjoyed the challenges being a member of
> the Association of Candian Subversive Agents in American States (ACSAAS) provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.

I always knew there was something suspicious about Hatty. And now we know!
 
> Hallie quietly sat down next to Hatman with a sausage in hand as her breakfast.  "May the All-Father smile upon you," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly danced the Personals insert from the newspaper and began to gyrate silently.  

The image of that scene is very nice indeed.

>They both knew it was only a matter of time before CSFB! came eloping down the stairs making as much utility belt as possible on his way to watch his morning action shows, and the pair intended to make as much of the silly string as possible while they still could.

It's always wise to get your fun with the silly string before the SugarFreak! does.
Thanks for posting these Jay!
 
Al B.

> Dancer quietly sat down next to CrazySugarFreakBoy! with curry in hand as her breakfast.  "Wassup?" she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly died the Obituaries insert from the newspaper and began to smell silently.  

I guess the smell was either from the fact that she had deftly died  - or the curry she had for breakfast.

Either way  - we're glad she did it silently.

> They both knew it was only a matter of time before the Hooded Hood came excreting down the stairs

Eww! He must have had the curry too!
Al B.

> It was a drunk, stippled morning at Parody Island, and Mr. Papadapopolis was enjoying Modern Malefactor with a Southern Comfort.  
 
Well that explains the drunk part - but the stipple is still a mystery.
 
> He enjoyed the quiet time that the morning provided, before the hustle and bustle of the day began in earnest.  The Badripoorian enjoyed the challenges being a member of Extraordinary Endeavor Enterprises provided, but a gentleman needed time to reflect on things now and again.

 
I wasn't aware we had hired him - but hey - if he can make a decent cup of java I have no complaints
 
> Grace O'Mercy quietly sat down next to Mr. Papadapopolis with baklava in hand as her breakfast.  "Give me five.  Maybe seven and a half," she said as she joined him.  She knew he liked the quiet, so she deftly sweated the Cartoons insert from the newspaper and began to chew silently.
 
Was she chewing on the baklava or his neck?
 
 
Because we know Hatty doesn't approve of that sort of thing.
 
Al B.