At the Schlick-Wainwright household, things were not entirely peaceful.Mal: Can't believe you took the last piece of cake!
Medb: I said I was sorry!
Mal: Oh, okay then. That instantly creates more sugary goodness for me. I...I must go paint something thoroughly depicting the angst I feel.
Medb: We both know you don't know what "angst" means!
Mal: Obviously I
do. See? So much angst.
Medb: So...angst means...gingerbread house?
Mal: Yep. Pretty sure.
Pippin: Nice misguided painting there, Mal. Let's go see how your mom's doing with her painting.
Pippin: Looking good, Arienne!
Arienne: Yes, I certainly am.
Pippin: I...uh...I meant your paintings...
Arienne: Sure you did.
Pippin: Umm...anyway, the twins managed to work through the "last slice of cake" incident and were once again thick as thieves.
Arienne: Oooo, that sounds promising!
1.Medb: Who rocks their formal wear?
Mal: I'm guessing mom?
2.Mal: These checker pieces look funny...
3.Medb: If we catch an icky, slimy fish, who's going to take it off the hook?
Mal: Oh...let's not fish. Fishing is...boring.
4.Mal & Medb: Pippin!! We're route blocked!!!
Pippin: And elsewhere in town...
Berucca: We were expecting a baby...
Berucca: but I was hoping it would turn out to be a cat. With a mustache.
Pippin: On the subject of family members having kids...or cats...here is a shot of Angie along with her daughters Abigail and Takisha.
Arienne: Hey, Pippin, look what I did.
Pippin: You...gave Cara a fireplace?
Arienne: She thinks she's Cinderella, and Cinderella sleeps in front of the fireplace.
Pippin: Well, that's unexpectedly kind. Look how nice and warm she is sleeping next to...wait...what are you doing?
Arienne: Simply building up the fire for her. Building it
way up for her!
And thus, our own personal rendition of Cinderella awoke to find she was covered in more than just cinders.And the whole household gathered around the locked door wondering what they could possibly do to help.Mal: For some reason this locked door won't open.
Medb: Oh, if only I hadn't just gotten a manicure, I'd knock it down with my bare hands!
Mal: You have
bear hands?!?!
Medb: Yeah, I keep them in a jar on my desk.
And though we may not see dear, sweet Cara anymore, we will be seeing more of her lineage.Pippin: Yes, baby Apples...I mean...Apollo aged up to child.
Apollo: I'm ready to serve you, mistress!
Arienne: Good. You can start by serving me a samich!
Apollo: Yes, mistress.
Ben: Well, Arienne, it seems you've disposed of your rival. What's next?
Arienne: Well, now that I've cleared a space in my house, it's time to keep my end of the bargain about Todd.
Ben: So, you'll go ask him to end his relationship with Darla?
Arienne: No, I've delegated the relationship-ending.
Devin: Hello, Darla. You're certainly quite the beauty. What do you say you leave Todd and you and I go have beautiful children together?
Darla: Well, let me think about it...
Devin: Maybe we could spend some time getting to know each other better?
Darla: Sure, just let me fix my hair.
Devin: Wow, when you fix your hair, you defy logic.
Darla: Indeed.
Devin: What say we tour the theater together? I know a secret little alcove in the back...
Devin: So, you'll leave Todd for me?
Darla: Well, I
am carrying your child, so I guess I should.
And in another part of town, another potential romance was blossoming.Medb: No one's fooled. Those aren't your real muscles.
Dwight: This shirt's
very realistic...I mean...yes they are my muscles. I'm ripped!
Pippin: Well, maybe "blossoming" was putting it a bit too strong...