Bob: Wow, take a boo at that, will ya!!!
Brian: Babes!!!
Bill: Where? Move, will you?
Bob: Chick-a-dees. :)
Brian: I don’t know man, they look pretty roughed up to me.
Bill: Ya, like thrift-store fodder.
Bob: Careful, don’t let them see ya.
Barb, Shannon and Monique are relaxing and discussing their wonderful rescue from the grubby hands of kids looking for something to play with at the thrift store.
Barb: It’s a dream! I can’t believe it. I thought I was a goner.
Shannon: Me too. After I was tossed around these past few years, I thought for sure I’d end up in the dump.
Monique: I just tried to think pleasant thoughts. I mean, what did I ever do to deserve that?
Barb: Gee, I hope they clean us up soon. I need a good scrub and I need to get rid of these ballet feet. How annoying!
Shannon: Poor you! At least you still don’t have your price tag still on stuck to your chest.
Monique: I don’t care, as long as I’m free. That’s me, free to a good home.
Barb: Well if there are guys on this Island, I hope they don’t see me ‘til I get cleaned up.
