HEY... ERNIE.. go get some more boxes... Bring like 87 of them and HURRY...
OH NO...... put that DOWN Ernie... THAT is NOT a STUFFIE..... THAT is my JUDGEY WIG thingy. DROP IT... I'm gonna tell MOM on you.
Good grief.... THIS is gonna be a BIG job. I gotta pack up EVERYTHINGY that I have been keeping fur YEARS now. I don't EVEN know WHERE I will put all this stuffs.
OH look.... What is in this big pile... TICKETS.... and they are all signed by SARGE and they are written on ... PUDDLES!! OMD... there are like 87 of them OOOPS what are THESE... MORE TICKETS??? These say GOOSE. Tsk Tsk.. I guess it is true what they say about Preacher's KIDS. Hummmmmmmm think I'll just put THESE in the PILE that says:
ATTENTION: Mayor Madi. BaaaaaWaaaaah.
Sniff Sniff... what the HECK??? OMG I just found a half chewed Milkbone back in one of the desk drawers.. WOW it is one of my Crop from two years ago... crunch CRUNCH hey I think it is even better with age.
After havin this BIG office I am gonna be really CRAMPED down the hall in that Little one. At least I have a window to look out. I gotta get a SIGN fur the door though..
Frankie Furter... Consultant
Well, Ernie is back with the Boxes... GET BIZZY ERN... this is NOT a time to be Playin Around... Madi will be wantin to get Moved IN ... and I want to be FAR FAR away... when she sees that HOOOOOOOGE...... ATTENTION: MAYOR MADIson. pile.
OH fur BARKIN OUT LOUD.... STOP Ernie... THAT is NOT a BOX... THAT is the pressie I got fur Mayor Madi............. Get my stuffs outta there. SHEESH... now I have LITTER all over my Favorite
DARN this is gonna take ALL day... and I may not have time to practice my FINAL sPEEch.
