Enter Cakes Not To Be Sniffed At

Lady Mishap: Good news, Lady Slush, here's Mrs. Prim with her scrumptos somethings.

Lady Slush: Oh, bother! I was just getting used to my gentlemen.

Lady Mishap: Well, put him down, the cakes are of more pressing concern.

Lord Tattle: I'll have a scone or is it a scon.

Lady Mishap: Whatever it is, it'll be gone if you don't get a move opn. Cakes won't wait all day.

Lady Slush: I know, there's a fabled gypsy tart that I've never seen.

Lady Mishap: I know, rumor has it its so delicios Mrs. Prim devours it before she even come out.
She protests it gives her the strength to do the serving.

Mrs. Primsunday: Cakes everone!

Lord Tattle: And to do the crying.

Mrs. Primsunday: I've got two butterfly's wedding cakes made out of sugar gossamer and a big
batch of frog bunting. They're peppermint shorties connected by white icing.

Lord Slimly: Sounds like an edible pond.

Mrs. Primsunday: Hardly, they're sprinled with hundreds and thousands rather than flotsam and
jetsum.

Lord Slimly: What's with the mass marmalade?

Mrs. Primsunday: They're fondant fox's sets. They've not been hunted out of existence by the
cookbook critics yet.

Lord Slimly: Now is this something my friend Anorexia would eat? You know I'm always
watching my figure.

Mrs. Primsunday: I'm sure you're the only one who is. There's nothing to you...No, the sets
are made out of brown spun sugar, so, yes, I think you won't puff up like a puffball if you
partake of one.

Lord Slimly: I'd better take three then.

Mrs. Primsunday: That's generous..to yourself.

Lord Slimly: No, only one's for me. The other two are for my best friend Lady Slush to keep
me looking slim.

Mrs. Primsunday: Ah, you're learning from the master then.

Lord Slimly: You taught me everything I know.

Mrs. Primsunday: Even the metaphysics?

Lord Slimly: Oh, you don't know what a homespun philosopher you are!   

Enter Lady Gently Perspiring

Lady Slush: Phew! Is it over yet?
Lord Romper (The Romper): It can't be. They haven't played Flash Gordon yet!
Lady Slush: Oh, yes. I'd forgotten the traditional curtain call.
Lady Mishap: You look a trifle tipsy. Do mind how you toddle along.
Lady Slush: Show me an eligible Lord and you might see me breathe out of static. Otherwise, I'm
going down on the grass.
Lady Mishap: You want to be more like Darling Bell. She's turned down four proposals already. And
one was even a proposal to build her a new house.
Lord Romper (The Romper): I think today she's engaged too much in dance.
Lady Mishap: That ra-ra dress has never stopped working.
Lady Slush: Whilst I have trouble holding onto my headband.
Lady Mishap: Oh, you've lost your feather, or is it your flower?
Lady Slush: I'm using it as a cocktail stick.
Lord Tattle: This would realy be a breakthru... Spiffing dance, Lady Hap.
Lady Mishap: Thank you..You look quite danced-out tho. Why don't you sit down with this fine lady.
Lord Tattle: Don't mind if I do. Legs are a little drunk you know.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Sit next to her, not ON her, Man!
Lady Slush: Leave him alone. He's my drunk. I'll make room for him.
Lady Mishap: Lady Cupid strikes again...Oh, Flash Gordon!   

Enter Queenly Music

Darling Bell: Dashing music this. Do hope the rain'll hold off....Don't stop me nowow, oh I do like
modern music.
Lord Slimly: It beats all the old 50's style stuff in the hit parade rite now.
Darling Bell: Sorry, can't talk, I'm dancing.
Lady Slush: Oh, I can talk. I'm quite out of puff. Tho I don't know how many words I'm good for down
to my constatnt gasping.
Lord Slimly: Think I'm dancing too. You know I'm a shadow.
Lady Slush: I had thought you freer.
Lord Slimly: Well, we are free to choose...She keeps Moet and Chandon, this is a good one.
Lady Slush: Well, I'll sit down then like a frog on a toadstool. Must get me a man. Or, rather, must
make a man get me. Man, man, two arms, two legs, breathing thing. Mind you, he'd have to be a
Lord tho.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Talking to yourself again? You should go over and see Roger. Its Pimms
O'Clock at every O'clock over there.
Lady Slush: Oh, I would but I can't make my legs take me.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I'm quite giddy myself, but more from the drink than the dancing.
Lady Slush: You always got your spirits from a bottle.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Yes, if that wasn't my motto I'd take offence.
Lady Slush: Oh, I feel all fagged out. I've the stamina of a slug.
Harmony of Hinterburne: You should see Lady Sludge, quite passed out.
Lady Slush: Really? How's Lord Smudge getting on?
Harmony of Hinterburne: Oh, I wouldn't bother. Him's O'clock if you know what I mean. Roger drank
him under the table tho he protests he's preparing for the predicted litening.
Lady Slush: The clouds have been threatening all day.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Think Darling Bell would dance thru the rain.
Lady Slush: Oh, I'd require a brolly.   

Enter The Charleston

Lady Mishap: So glad you could come.
Percy Pea'ssoup: And so glad the rain couldn't.
Lady Mishap: I know. Its been quite a dear! I'll have to reinstate it on my wishlist. But not today.
Butler Burnett: Lord and Lady Pips-Bloodorange.
Lady Mishap: Good to see you Parsley Penelope
Lady Pips-Bloodorange: Oh, its Parsley Persephone now. I'm using my maiden middle name.
Lord Pips: She means her mother's.
Lady Pips: Yes, Penicillin Persephone Monmarmeduke who by a quirk of fate and marriage became
Mrs. Marmalade. It took me ages to find a man with a name befitting my family name.
Lord Pips: It wasn't the only reason she married me tho.
Lady Pips: Yes, there was the money, the manliness I mean.
Lady Mishap: Fascinating, I'm sure.
Lord Pips: Are you realy?
Lady Mishap: I'm not sure.
Butler Burnett: Duke and Duchess Modest-Ponsonby of the TwentyFirst Legion of Great Grandfathers.
Lady Mishap: What was that Burnett, I wasn't listening?
Butler Burnett: Oh, don't make me say it again, my Lady.
Lady Mishap: Oh, please try. I find your announcements the ambience of the day.
Butler Burnett: Duck and Duke-ess Mid-Primly of the TwentyTwo Grey Ghosts.
Duke Modest: I think that suits us better. We're always scaring our hosts into not receiving us.
Duchess Modest: Yes, scare out hosts like we're hosts ourselves.
Duke Modest: We've grayed over age not by design.
Duchess Modest: I always protest I have, but it doesn't wash, unlike my claimed hair rinse.
Lady Mishap: This is all too fascinating to hear. Now where are those rainclouds.
Duchess Modest: You're whispering my dear, no-one can hear.
Lady Modest: Good, the quietest truths are always wrapped up in the loudest of whispers.
Duchess Modest: Can't hear you again! 

Enter A Tearful Tissy

Miss Tissy: I can't believe you didn't invite me on the ride.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I know.
Lady Mishap: Miss Tissy. We quite forgot her. What a mishap.
Darling Bell: We'll have to make it up to her with compliments.
Lord Slimly: Or downgrade the whole picnic experience.
Harmony of Hinterburne: That shouldn't be difficult.
Miss Tissy: What's difficult?
Lady Mishap: To keep the secret from you.
Lord Slimly: What secret?
Lady Mishap: The Charleston on the lawn tomorrow, Miss Tissy, you're quite invited.
Miss Tissy: Oh, goody. I like a good old Charleston.
Lady Mishap: Well, I know.
Lord Romper (The Romper): She does...now.
Lady Mishap: It'll be a great get together, hopefuly, and not just in the couples sense.
Miss Tissy: Tho the opposite gender will be available won't it?..for dancing I mean.
Lady Mishap: But of course. We can't have all us girls ring-a-rosing round the two Lords here.
Lord Slimly: Yes, we have enough of that in normal life.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Well, it'll be quite a break for you then.
Darling Bell: I'll say! Its bound to be a twinkling time.
Lady Slush: Well, if you're going to be Tinkerbell I'd better fetch out my pink dancing shoes.
Lady Mishap: So that's sorted then. We'll meet after afternoon tea and dance til Mrs. Prim's
cakes can be scented by our gasping nostrils.
Lord Slimly: It sounds exhaustive.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Well, I've got a good deal of weight to work off; I'm game!
Lady Mishap: O.K. Its well and truly on then. Yes, I think I can safely say its the done thing!

Enter The Wayfarers Quite Wet-through

Darling Bell: Spiffing ride, and I can't believe my snood held.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Held my hair right in place, I agree.
Lord Slimly: Bit of a crush tho, wouldn't you agree?
Lady Slush: I wouldn't know; I'm always left plenty of room.
Lady Mishap: So glad to get out of that rain Roger.
Lord Romper (The Romper): You only had ten steps to go over the gravel.
Lady Mishap: Ten steps too far tho.
Lord Slimly: Are we four all shadows today? You two always seem in the driving seat as to where we're going.
Lady Mishap: Its just I can smell the cakes. I even believe I scented them from Plumpudding Lane when I
asked Roger to hurry up.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Yes, you lot'd better hurry up to if you want any leftover. We're liable
to scoff them up on demand after the paltry picnic I brought.
Darling Bell: I do hope there'll be lemon fairies.
Lady Mishap: Well get a move on or they'll all fly away.
Lord Slimly: What are you really in a hurry for Miss. Hap?
Lady Mishap: I, I don't believe I can comprehend your question. Must run!
Lord Romper (The Romper): Ah, she's running away from love.
Lord Slimly: Really? Who's the unlucky feller?