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"Oh Ricky," Lucy said, crawling into her bed, "Thanks for taking me out tonight. That food was wonderful."
"Well, you deserve it every now and then."
"Well... You know I love you... don't ya'!"
"I better know it. Just like you better know it works the other way."
"After tonight, how could I not?!"
"I'm glad you liked it, but I'm tired."
"Okay, goodnight Dear."
"Goodnight Sweetheart!"
Lucy's was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She went to look for some bread, "Well, that figures. We're all out." She said to herself. Just then something hit her, as if it had been lightly thrown. She looked down, and on the floor, there was a loaf of bread. {How did that get there?} she thought. {Hmm?} "I wish I could have an ice cream sundae," then one landed upside down, on her head. She started to take it off, but Ethel yelled, "No Lucy, don't take it off!"
"Why not!"
"Go look in the mirror."
"Okay, where are you?"
"I'm right here. Behind you."
Lucy turned around, and saw Ethel. "Okay Ethel. Mirror?"
"Yeah," Ethel said opening her mouth. Inside was a mirror.
"Hey Ethel, this makes a nice hat!"
"Told ya' not to take it off."
Just then, Ricky came in the kitchen. "Hi Lucy!"
"Who are YOU?" Lucy asked him.
"Me? I'm your --"
"Nevermind," Lucy gave him a BIG kiss, "You're cute. Oh hey, now I remember! You're my husband. Of course. Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready, Micky."
"Micky! Lucy, you're mother calls me that. You don't have to, too."
"Okay. So, Dicky, do you want floored toast?"
"What's floored toast?"
"Toast that's been on the floor."
"Hey... that might add a little taste to it! No, I'm not that hungry."
"Okay, Chucky!"
"Ricky."
"Ricky?"
"Okay!"
"Hey Lucy," said Fred, running. "You know where Little Ricky is?"
"No, where?" Lucy replied.
"He's out by the bedroom window."
"Oh no -- ... really?"
"Yeah!"
Lucy went to the bedroom window, "Little Ricky, you come in here right now."
"What?"
"I told you not to go that high!"
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah well, so am I! No floating for a week."
"But --"
"No but's!"
"Aw..." Little Ricky said, frustrated.
"Aw..." Lucy said, getting frustrated.
When Lucy went back into the living room, Ricky and her Mother were sitting on the couch, talking. "Hi Ricky. Hi Mother."
"Hi Lucy! I was in town, so I thought I'd drop by," said her Mother.
"Oh! Ricky, would you get us both a drink?"
"No, Lucy. I wanna' stay here, and talk to your Mother."
"But Ricky, she's MY Mother."
"But Lucy, me and her and best friends. You get US a drink."
"Oh, Ricky. You're always bossin' me around. It's not fair."
Ricky gave her a look like he was serious. Before Lucy got to the kitchen door, Ricky said, "WAIT. I'll go with you, darling."
"But what about Mother."
"Hmm... No! I like you better."
That was when Lucy woke up. "Ricky... RICKY," she called, waking him up.
"Yes, Dear?"
"Ricky how do you feel about my Mother?"
"You woke me up to ask me that. Now, with the thought of her, I probably won't get back to sleep."
"I love you, Ricky!"
"Yeah, well."
{Why can't some dreams come true? I thought they were supposed to!... Hey, I wonder... I would like an ice cream sundae.} When nothing happened she thought, {Well, at least I know Little Ricky'll never fly... or float.} But then something hit her on the head, and she felt something gooey dripping down the sides of her face. {Well...}
THE END
Hope ya' liked it!
"Oh Ricky," Lucy said, crawling into her bed, "Thanks for taking me out tonight. That food was wonderful."
"Well, you deserve it every now and then."
"Well... You know I love you... don't ya'!"
"I better know it. Just like you better know it works the other way."
"After tonight, how could I not?!"
"I'm glad you liked it, but I'm tired."
"Okay, goodnight Dear."
"Goodnight Sweetheart!"
Lucy's was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She went to look for some bread, "Well, that figures. We're all out." She said to herself. Just then something hit her, as if it had been lightly thrown. She looked down, and on the floor, there was a loaf of bread. {How did that get there?} she thought. {Hmm?} "I wish I could have an ice cream sundae," then one landed upside down, on her head. She started to take it off, but Ethel yelled, "No Lucy, don't take it off!"
"Why not!"
"Go look in the mirror."
"Okay, where are you?"
"I'm right here. Behind you."
Lucy turned around, and saw Ethel. "Okay Ethel. Mirror?"
"Yeah," Ethel said opening her mouth. Inside was a mirror.
"Hey Ethel, this makes a nice hat!"
"Told ya' not to take it off."
Just then, Ricky came in the kitchen. "Hi Lucy!"
"Who are YOU?" Lucy asked him.
"Me? I'm your --"
"Nevermind," Lucy gave him a BIG kiss, "You're cute. Oh hey, now I remember! You're my husband. Of course. Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready, Micky."
"Micky! Lucy, you're mother calls me that. You don't have to, too."
"Okay. So, Dicky, do you want floored toast?"
"What's floored toast?"
"Toast that's been on the floor."
"Hey... that might add a little taste to it! No, I'm not that hungry."
"Okay, Chucky!"
"Ricky."
"Ricky?"
"Okay!"
"Hey Lucy," said Fred, running. "You know where Little Ricky is?"
"No, where?" Lucy replied.
"He's out by the bedroom window."
"Oh no -- ... really?"
"Yeah!"
Lucy went to the bedroom window, "Little Ricky, you come in here right now."
"What?"
"I told you not to go that high!"
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah well, so am I! No floating for a week."
"But --"
"No but's!"
"Aw..." Little Ricky said, frustrated.
"Aw..." Lucy said, getting frustrated.
When Lucy went back into the living room, Ricky and her Mother were sitting on the couch, talking. "Hi Ricky. Hi Mother."
"Hi Lucy! I was in town, so I thought I'd drop by," said her Mother.
"Oh! Ricky, would you get us both a drink?"
"No, Lucy. I wanna' stay here, and talk to your Mother."
"But Ricky, she's MY Mother."
"But Lucy, me and her and best friends. You get US a drink."
"Oh, Ricky. You're always bossin' me around. It's not fair."
Ricky gave her a look like he was serious. Before Lucy got to the kitchen door, Ricky said, "WAIT. I'll go with you, darling."
"But what about Mother."
"Hmm... No! I like you better."
That was when Lucy woke up. "Ricky... RICKY," she called, waking him up.
"Yes, Dear?"
"Ricky how do you feel about my Mother?"
"You woke me up to ask me that. Now, with the thought of her, I probably won't get back to sleep."
"I love you, Ricky!"
"Yeah, well."
{Why can't some dreams come true? I thought they were supposed to!... Hey, I wonder... I would like an ice cream sundae.} When nothing happened she thought, {Well, at least I know Little Ricky'll never fly... or float.} But then something hit her on the head, and she felt something gooey dripping down the sides of her face. {Well...}
THE END
Hope ya' liked it!