Friday, September 24, 2010
“La-la-la,” sang Miss Tissue-Poo. “I love my new friend, Miss Spray-Poo! She’s a hair-spray cozy and she keeps me safe from Mr. Fishy Fangs. You can find her marvellously uncomplicated pattern right here.”
“Excuse me, but I’m much to cool for old-fashioned hairspray,” said Miss Spray-Poo. “My insides are a tall, slim bottle of Aussie Sydney Smooth Heat Protector. When the heat is on, be smooth.”
“Miss Spray-Poo’s made from the very finest left-over pink acrylic worsted-weight yarn scraps, doubled up so no one will suspect you use cheap, foreign hair spray,” continued Miss Tissue-Poo.
“I told you it’s not hairspray,” insisted Miss Spray-Poo. “And who are you talking to?”
“She may not look like much at first,” Miss Tissue-Poo burbled happily, “but once you tie on the extra-thick pompoms (be sure to do MANY more wraps than the pattern calls for) Miss Spray-Poo’s a perky poodle princess.”
“That’s it,” said Miss Spray-Poo, neither perky nor a princess. “I need a drink!”
Where will Miss Spray-Poo find a stiff drink?
Suddenly, a stranger appeared in the bathroom.
“That’s no stranger,” exclaimed Miss Spray Poo. “She’s my old friend, Nearly Headless Fifi. Now here’s a gal who knows how to party hard!”
“I don’t think we’re allowed to hold parties in the powder room,” said Miss Tissue-Poo, uncomfortably.
“Look at me,” shouted Miss Spray-Poo. “I’m not Nearly Headless, I’m Totally Headless! Woo-hoo!”
“Yeah, but I brought the booze!” retorted Fifi, flinging her head off with a flourish.
“Hurray!” said Miss Spray-Poo.
“Horrors,” gasped Miss Tissue-Poo. “The bathroom is packed with decapitated barfly poodles! What will people think?”
Everyone ignored Miss Tissue-Poo, and the Poodle Party proceeded apace. Eventually, Miss Tissue-Poo loosened up enough to ask Mr. Fishy Fangs to dance. He ignored her, as he’s in a committed relationship with the Bathroom Wall.
Will more Poodles crash this party? Stay tuned!