Isabel in Sproutland

Chapter 9: The Mad Tea Party

April Boomer: to us. If there are no objections, let it be unanimous!
Mad Floogal: A very merry unbirthday...
April Boomer: A very merry unbirthday...
Mad Floogal & April Boomer: A very merry unbirthday to us! ...
April Boomer: A very merry unbirthday to me.
Mad Floogal: To who?
April Boomer: To me.
Mad Floogal: Oh you!
April Boomer: A very merry unbirthday to you.
Mad Floogal: Who, me?
April Boomer: Yes, you.
Mad Floogal: Oh me!
April Boomer: Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea, a very merry unbirthday to you!
(Isabel enters)
April Boomer & Mad Floogal: No room, no room, no room, no room, no room, no room, no room!
Isabel: But I thought there was plenty of room!
April Boomer: Ah, but it's very rude to sit down without being invited!
Mad Floogal: I say it's rude. Its very very rude, indeed! Hah!
Star: Very very very rude, indeed...
Isabel: Oh, I'm very sorry, but I did enjoy your singing and I wondered if you could tell me...
April Boomer: You enjoyed our singing?
Mad Floogal: Oh, what a delightful child! Hah! I'm so excited, we never get compliments! You must have a cup of tea!
April Boomer: Ah, yes indeed! The tea, you must have a cup of tea!
Isabel: That would be very nice. I'm sorry I interrupted your birthday party... uh, thank you.
April Boomer: Birthday? Hahaha! My dear child, this is not a birthday party!
Mad Floogal: Of course not! Hehehe! This is an unbirthday party!
Isabel: Unbirthday? Why, I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand.
April Boomer: Its very simple. Now, thirty days have sept- no, when... an unbirthday, if you have a birthday then you... haha... she doesn't know what an unbirthday is!
Mad Floogal: How silly! Ha ha ha ha! Ah-hum... I shall elucidate! Now statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday.
April Boomer: Imagine, just one birthday every year.
Mad Floogal: Ahhh, but there are 364 unbirthdays!
April Boomer: Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer!
Isabel: Why, then today is my unbirthday too!
April Boomer: It is?
Mad Floogal: What a small world this is.
April Boomer: In that case... a very merry unbirthday.
Isabel: To me?
Mad Floogal: To you!
April Boomer: A very merry unbirthday.
Isabel: For me?
Mad Floogal: For you! Now blow the candle out, my dear and make your wish come true! Hihihi!
April Boomer & Mad Floogal: A very merry unbirthday to you!
Star: Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, like a tea-tray in the sky!
Isabel: Oh, that was lovely!
Mad Floogal: And uh, and now my dear, hehe, uh... you were saying that you would like to sea.. uh...? You were seaking some information some kind... hehe!
Isabel: Oh, yes. You see, I'm looking for a...
Mad Floogal: Clean cup, clean cup! Move down!
Isabel: But I haven't used my cup!
April Boomer: Clean cup, clean cup, move down, move down, clean cup, clean cup, move down!
Mad Floogal: Would you like a little more tea?
Isabel: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more...
April Boomer: Ahh, you mean you can't very well take less!
Mad Floogal: Yes! You can always take more than nothing!
Isabel: But I only meant that...
Mad Floogal: And now, my dear, something seems to be troubling you. Uh, won't you tell us all about it?
April Boomer: Start at the beginning.
Mad Floogal: Yes, yes! And when you come to the end, hehehe, stop! See?
Isabel: Well, it all started while I was sitting on the riverbank with Dinah.
March Hare: Very interesting. Who's Dinah?
Isabel: Why, Dinah is my cat. You see...
Star: Cat?
April Boomer: Hurry! Give the jam! Quickly! Give the jam! On his nose! Put it on his nose!
Mad Floogal: On his nose, on his nose!
Star: Where's the cat...
Mad Floogal: Oh. Oh, my goodness! Those are the things that upset me!
April Boomer: See all the trouble you've started?
Isabel: But really, I didn't think...
April Boomer: Ah, but that's the point! If you don't think, you shouldn't talk!
Mad Floogal: Clean cup! Clean cup! Move down, move down, move down!
Isabel: But I still haven't used....
Mad Floogal: Move down, move down, move down, move down... And now my dear, as you were saying?
Isabel: Oh, yes. I was sitting on the riverbank with uh... with you know who...
Mad Floogal: I do, hehehe?
Isabel: I mean my C – A – T...
Mad Floogal: Tea?
April Boomer: Just half a cup if you don't mind.
Mad Floogal: Come, come my dear. hehehe! Don't you care for tea?
Isabel: Why, yes, I'm very fond of tea, but...
April Boomer: If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!
Isabel: Well, I've been trying to ask you...
March Hare: I have an excellent idea! Let's change the subject!
Mad Floogal: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Isabel: Riddles? Let me see now. Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Mad Floogal: I beg your pardon?
Isabel: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Mad Floogal: Why is a what?
March Hare: Careful! She's stark raving mad!
Isabel: But- but it's your silly riddle! You just said...
Mad Floogal: Very good??!
April Boomer: How about a nice cup of tea?
Isabel: A nice cup of tea, indeed! Well, I'm sorry, but I just haven't the time!
April Boomer: The time, the time! Who's got the time?