After a wonderful lunch on the beach.... 
 
   
      
  Phelicity: I knew it! I can smell shops a mile away! 
      
  Ginger: Der's a bunch of dem, too! We can shop while E.T. naps in 
      da beach chair. 
  Phelicity: I hope dey has sandals. 
  Ginger: 
      An tote bags. We need new ones. 
  Phelicity: I'm sure glad we hadda 
      walk off our lunch! 
 
 
 
   
      
  Ginger: Oooh, dis one looks good, too. 
  Phelicity: Let's go 
      in, we gots plenny time. 
  Ginger: I wonder what E.T. will think 
      when he wakes up an we're gone. 
  Phelicity: Think he might look fur 
      a paddle boat in da water wiff two wet girls in it? 
  Ginger: Naww 
      .. he knows us too well. He'll ask where da shops are. 
 
   
      
  Phelicity: Lookit, E.T.'s gonna luff dis liddle scuba diver smurf 
      we got him. 
  Ginger: I know, isn't dat cute? *mewgiggles* An da 
      shirt, too.
  Phelicity: An I luffs my fish dish. An my new sandals, 
      thank goodness!
  Ginger: I got da cutest purple hat, look. An 
      where's my sea turtle? 
  Phelicity: In da offur bag wiff E.T.'s 
      picture frame. He'll like dat, he can put a picture of Mewsette in 
      it.
  Ginger: Dat's nice. I could tell he's still missin her here. He 
      says he'll take us to dinner at a real nice place.
  Phelicity: 
      Goodie, I'm ready to dress up. Uh-oh. I gots to wash my 
      feets.
  Ginger: I need to wash, too. I feel sandy an salty all 
      ofur.
  Phelicity: Dat's cuz we are. An my fur is .. oh 
      dear.
  Ginger: Where's our kitty talc?
  Phelicity: Here. It's 
      gonna take a lot.
  *poof!* *puff* *koff koff*
  E.T.: *knock 
      knock* Aren't mew girls ready fur dinner yet?
 
   
  Ginger: Here 
      we are. We were lookin at da live lobsters in da tank. 
  Phelicity: 
      Yeah, an one of dem pinched da chef. Is dis our table? 
  E.T.: It's 
      a kinda small table, but da waiter says dey haff a seafood platter fur 
      three dat covers da whole thing. 
  Ginger: Mmmm, dat sounds 
      wonderpurr. An plenny napkins, I hope. 
  Phelicity: Napkins, pooey, 
      I hope dey gots bibs. 
  E.T.: I already ... uh, ...yup, I'm sure da 
      waiter will bring bibs.
  Ginger: Can we get shrimp cocktails first? 
      
  Phelicity: An blue drinks wiff liddle umbrellas? 
  E.T.: 
      We'll get anything mew want. 
 
 
 
   
      
 
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