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: T. Shirt, show this person the door. T. Shirt
: Right. This is the door, here. Nice, isn't it? Mrs. Merry
] A proper little joker you got there, Mrs! T. Bag
: A proper little pain, more like!
: [posing as a pirate
] Belay me hearties, pieces of eight, and blow me down with a wooden leg, arr, Jim lad, arr!
: Where in the name of toasted teacakes did T. Shirt take that stupid man?
: That was your third and final wish. Debbie
: Oh no, what have I done? T. Bag
: You've done me a great favour, that's what.
: What's fidgety freckle-face up to now? T. Shirt
: You mean Debbie? T. Bag
: Oh please! Don't make my headache any worse than it is already!
: [to T.Shirt
] I'll give you a diddle on your om-pom-pom if you're not out of that bath in two minutes.
: I want those numbers back now! T. Bag
: You know for someone with such a big mouth you've got a remarkably small brain.
: Silver did you say? Scrap Harry
: That's right, darlin', I've got the lot 'ere. T. Bag
: And where there's silver, there's smarty-pants Deborah. She's bound to turn up sooner or later...
: [in a mocking, sing-song voice
] I've got the shoes with the silver number twos, so hard luck to youz and scooby-dooby-doos!
: Now, first things first: you have what I want. Sultan Vinegar
: What? T. Bag
: Silver numbers. Hand them over, quickly. Sultan Vinegar
: I will not! T. Bag
: Otherwise you know what everyone will say: Sultan Vinegar
] What will everyone say? T. Bag
: [sing-song voice
] Here comes Old Sultan Pinkylocks! Sultan Vinegar
: Pinkylocks? Oh no! T. Bag
: Stinky-winky Pinkylocks! Sultan Vinegar
: No! Anything but that!
: [with cup of tea for T. Bag
] Just the way you like it. T. Bag
: Not too weak. T. Shirt
: Not too strong. T. Bag
: [in unison with T. Shirt
] Don't leave it in the pot too long. T. Shirt
: [in unison with T. Bag
] Don't leave it in the pot too long.
: You are beautiful. This is true. But you'll soon meet one more fair than you. Seraphina
: What! T. Bag
: The golden charm that's in your hand, will keep you the loveliest in the land. Let it go and to your dismay, your beauty will fade by the end of the day.
: I'm an archaeologist. My life is in ruins.
: Drat you, you interfering brat! I'm telling you sweet child, not to meddle in things that don't concern you. This is a happy place.