Date: Mon, 7 Jul 1997 14:09:58 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: INT: PAPP: Dresses and prizes >"June Creaver?" he breathes... and lets his gun sink slowly to the >floor... "Putchur eyeballs back in yer haid, you porcine porice!" Phanny grabs the wet dress phor protection. "Ain'tchu never seen a leddie in her undies?" Lo Rat Fink begins moving toward Phanny in a trance-like state. "DWAYNE! Dish up some flied lice, STAT!!! Now Phink, yer a digniphied poriceman, rat? Yer here to perteck the leddies, rat?" As Fink keeps moving slowly toward her, she holds out the dress, toreador-style, beside her, and waves it. Fink goes nuts and charges, slamming head phirst into the table of card players. Cards phly, and expletives are heard. Phanny uses the commotion to escape to the back room. Woofie and Judy follow. "Hi. What are you two wearing to the awards gala? Let me get this out and see wot youse think of it..." " I's wearing wot I allus wear, Phanners. Me steel-toed boots and me safari outphit..... with the chicken hat." "I'm having Omar make me a tent!" Judy oozed. Phanny rolls her eyes. "You can't wear one of Omar's tents to the gala, you dirt bag! Just cause he makes em alla time don't mean any wood phit you..... geeze.... that didn't come out right. I mean, Omar makes tents phor hisself, Judy.... whale, phor you too, but...." "Here it is!" Phanny displays a dark green dress on a hanger, holding it up to herself. It has tiny sequins and rice beads all over it and glitters softly with the slightest move. The delicate straps cross in back, and there are filmy transparent panels on each side of the bodice and waist. "Cripes!!! Yer gonna wear *that*?!!! With alla these perverts here???!! Be like a phemale dawg in heat, ..... kinda like *me*.... and me prize phleas.... we attract all kindsa prime canines! Next thing, you'll have a litter chasin after ya..... but ... I'll give ya lessins. Don't you worry, Phanners." "Aw shaddap or I'll see you git another poodle cut!" Judy quietly takes this all in, munching tostitos. "Where would I get a dress this late for the gala? I sure don't want to miss it!" "Zip on over to The Resort in the transporter. Whilst there, you have only to concentrate on what you want, and it materializes before you. Remember to visualize the details, Judy." "Cool!" Rqy comes in, looking like a lost puppy, and buries his haid in his sis's breast again, sequins and all.