My dear friends, I was cleaning up the doll room last night, feeling free to spend a week doing that instead of the many projects piling up. Then I realized that my work is not done here. I can't leave you all without some royal closure. So off we go! Victoire: I'm not accustomed to waiting. Emmanuelle: Well we certainly didn't want to give him advanced notice. Tallulah and Victor stroll home from dinner. Victor: Someone needs to rid the sidewalks of the skateboards. Someone is going to break their neck. Tallulah: You're becoming quite the curmudgeon in your old age, sir. Victor: Oh dear. Tallulah: It seems they've found you at last. Tallulah: Your Benevolent Highnesses Victoire: Ah, at least someone has some manners around here. Victoire: Unlike you, Brother. Victor: My darling sisters. How I've missed you. Emmanuelle: We've been so worried Victor. Victoire: Thank you for the tea, Ms. Wilde. But eh.... ...
The Care and Feeding of Plastic People