MARRON: ::looking rather aghast:: Damn! You mean they’re really raising a damn Gameru!
GATEAU: ::looks up from painting his nails cherry-red, calls off into another room:: Milphey, honey, come tell me if this looks all right...
(Chocolate is wearing a 50’s-style housewife dress, with an apron, high heels, and a string of pearls, vacuuming. She finds a potted plant knocked over, the dirt all over the carpet.) CHOCOLATE: ::calling upstairs in a not-very-intimidating voice:: Beaver Cleaver, you come downstairs and explain this mess this instant!
(The Hunters walk into Momma’s inner sanctum in the mornng to report, talking excitedly amongst themselves.)
MOMMA: ::groggy without her morning Jolt Cola:: What are you so damn happy about?
(Momma is standing at her usual post on the Stellar Church. Milphey is sprawled on his stomach at her feet, curling her hair around his fingers.)
MILPHEY: You know, Mother, you’ve got split ends from hell!
(Zaha is on a California beach, wearing swim-trunks and an 80’s-style tee-shirt, wobbling pitifully, er, balancing on a wooden pylon.)
MISTER MIYAGI: No, Zaha-kun, you must balance your chi.
MARRON: ::looking very sug and happy:: Guess what, you guys?
TIRA, CARROT, CHOCOLATE: ::like the fools they are:: What, Marron?
MARRON: I had gateau last night...
(Milphey is wearing Flora’s costume from <i>Sleeping Beauty</i> and is measure out cake indredients.) MILPHEY: ::singing:: Eggs, flour, milk! ::his voice cracks:: Oh, shit...
GATEAU: ::looking rather aghast:: Darn it!
(Chocolate is running around sprinkling chocolate ships on top of everything in site, singing a hapy little song.)
CHOCOLATE: ::tossing some chips:: Everything tastes good with Chocolate!
MOMMA: ::coquettish:: Hey, Milphey, you wanna slip in the back and get down-n-dirty.
MILPHEY: ::horrified:: Don’t be sick!
MOMMA: ::pensive:: Has anyone else noticed that they change my voice-actress?
CARROT: ::looking in the mirror, wearing a strappy red dress:: Does this dress make my butt look big?
TIRA: ::with a dreamy look in her eye:: All I want is a little house on the prairie...
MARRON: ::chasing after Heero Yuy:: Niisan! Niisan! Hey, wait up, why are you running!
(The scene form the OAV where Milphey summons his armour)
MILPHEY: ::reaches into his pants and pulls out a leopard-print thong with that dramatic flair:: Whups, wrong ribbon...
MOMMA: ::pensive:: Does this headress make me look goofy?
(Zaha appears in the Stellar Church, carrying a box under his armand weraing a big grin on his face. Dota’s too frightened by thr grin to bother shreiking.)
ZAHA: ::still grinning, holding out the box:: Anyonw up for a game of Parcheesi?
DOTA: ::pensive:: You know, I’m a very bad girl...
(San Francisco, 1994: A small bare room, illuminated only by the streetlight coming through the window. A hand presses a cassette into a recorder and fiddles with a small microphone. A young man sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He looks to -- Marron, who stands by the window, looking out on the street, with his back to the young man. Marron is dressed in an old-fashioned suit.)
MARRON: So you want me to tell you the story of my life... 1791 was the year it happened, I was 24, younger then you are now, but times where different then. I was a man at that age, the Master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans...
(Milphey is prancing around with a pastel-coloured, plastic, toy pony in his hand.)
MILPHEY: ::singing:: My little ponies, my little ponies!
(On the road: Marron stops dead in his tracks. He looks left, then looks right.)
MARRON: ::frantic: Niisan! Wher’ed you go?!? Niisan! Where are you?!?
CARROT: ::from somewhere behind Marron:: Mm mmf mmn mmm mmmm, Mm-mmn!
MARRON: ::keening:: Niisaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!
::A hand taps him, and Marron looks over his shoulder to see a pair of hands prodtruding form his hair. There is a yank on his hair and Carrot’s face pops out of Marron’s locks::
CARROT: ::angry:: I said, I’m stuck in your hair, Marron!
(The Hunters are fighting some random group of evil sorcerer.)
TIRA: ::Whips off her cloak:: OH-hohohoho!!! ::starts tap dancing::
::All the sorcerers fall to the ground, dead, and Tira stops dancing. All the other Hunters stare at her.::
TIRA: I figured if I had to wear these damn shoes, I’d at leats make them functional. ::holds up one foot to show them the sole of the shoe, grinning proudly:: I put metal plates on them, see?
