Date: Fri, 14 Feb 1997 09:15:37 -0500 From: Catherine Berchtold Subject: Re: INT: F: (HHR) Stinky Meets Snow At 11:30 PM 2/13/97 -0500, BARBARA HARRIS wrote: > Stinky, meanwhile, had spotted the castoff Twinkie that Beast had >thrown on the ground, covered in ants, and picked it up. He examined it >carefully, with Snow watching ever so closely to see what he would do. >One rejection of her Twinkie in one day was all she could bear. > Stinky smiled at her beatifically, then Stinky ate the Twinkie, and >Snow never knew it was the ants that were such a treat to him. She >sighed in ecstasy and fell into his arms.... Snow gave up hope that Omar would take notice of her strikingly sexy pose and marched out to the gardens with a mission in mind. She went in search of the little mouse. As much as she hated the thought of putting the thing in her pocket, she'd do it to entice the Beast. When she came upon the home of the mouse bushes, she dropped the ineffective Twinkie to the ground, bent over and began moving leaves around. All at once, an rancid odor stung her pug nose and caused her eyes to fill with tears. Wiping her eyes, she snapped to attention and looked for the offender. Surprisingly enough, the offender happened to be human and he happened to be smiling at her as if he expected her to fall into his arms. "Hello, ma'am. My name is Stinky and I'd be more than willin' to offer you my services." "Services to do what?" Torn between being curious and queasy, Snow eyed the stranger. At luck would have it, Snow's luck that is, Stinky saw the discarded Twinkie and bent over to retrieve it. He held the ant covered cake up for inspection, then gleefully, popped it into his mouth. Snow became light headed, her knees began to quiver and black dots danced before her eyes. Graceful as a true princess, she fainted and fell into the arms of Stinky. "Unhand my woman!" Stinky looked at the rock path to find a huge bare-foot, dress wearing Arab stomping toward him. The Arab's bouncing cheeks (the ones on his face) were covered with orange powder, which flaked off as he walked, leaving a kiss of stain behind. "I am Omar. An Arab tentmaker and that is my woman you are defiling! I demand satisfaction!" Omar pulled a black lace glove from his pocket and swatted Stinky on the face.