The Aristopups

Chapter 1

[Madame Goodway riding in a coach with Skye and the puppies. The coach comes to stop and Goodway leaves it]

Goodway: Lani, my little one, you are going to be as beautiful as your mother. Isn't she, Skye?

[Skye barks. Blitz climbs on Humdinger's hat, stepping all over his face]

Goodway: Careful, Blitz! You're making it very difficult for Humdinger.

[Humdinger takes the pup down and slows down the coach]

Humdinger: Whoa, Yumi, whoa. Steady, girl.

Goodway (getting out of the coach): Thank you, Humdinger.[Yumi neighs] Oh. Of course, Yumi, I almost forgot

[she gives Yumi something which she starts chewing on]

Humdinger: Madame, uh-- may I take your parcel, Madame? It really is much too heavy for you, Madame.

Goodway: Now, tut-tut, Humdinger. Don't fuss over me.

[pups meanwhile play around Yumi's legs.]

Skye: Ace, come back here. Haven't you forgotten something, darling?

Ace: Thank you, miss Yumi, for letting me ride on your back.

Yumi chuckles: You are quite welcome, young man.

Ace: How was that, Mama?

Skye: Very good, darling, that was very nice.

Goodway from the front door: Come along, Skye, pups, come along Oh, and Humdinger, I'm expecting my attorney, Mr Porter. You remember him, of course.

[She leaves and Humdinger says for himself:]

Humdinger: Of course, Madame. How could anyone forget him?

[an old half-broken car with sputtering and backfiring engine comes closer and stops at Goodway's door}

Mr Porter (singing):  Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay(he gets out of the car): Oh. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay Ta-ra-ra-boom-de--(he almost falls down): Oops! Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh? Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay(he enters the house): Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!

Humdinger: Ah, good day, sir. Madame is expecting you, sir.

[Humdinger takes the scarf from his neck]

Mr Porter: Evening, evening, Humdinger. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay(he throws his hat on Humdinger's head) Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! 

Humdinger: Oh, another ringer, sir. You never miss.

Mr Porter (walking upstairs): Come on, Humdingr. Last one up the stairs is a nincompoop.

Humdinger: Could we take the elevator this time, sir?

Mr Porter: That bird cage? poppycock! Elevators are for old people. Oops!

[he almost falls, but Humdinger catches him]

Humdinegr: Oh, uh-- may I give you a hand, sir?

Mr Porter: You haven't got an extra foot, have you, Humdinger?

[He starts laughing]

Humdinger: That always makes me laugh, sir. Yes. Every time.[Now they both almost fall] Whoa! Oh! Mr Porter: Let go of my cane!

Humdinger: Careful, sir. Oh please! I'm frighfully sorry, sir!

Mr Porter: Don't panic Humdinger. Upward and onward! Whee!

Humdinger: Oof!

Mr Porter: Am I going too fast for you, Humdinger?

Humdinger: Oh please, sir, hold on!