Tadpolium Delirium......

HMPH!.....

Girls on top

You got it, Matryoshka, dahlink.

Sir Wainthorpe, I luv to see etchings, but bit vorried to go alone to visit you. I vait for Ludmilla to come too. Ve can trink tea and haf small etchings party.

(Ms. June and Ms. Heidi, vhen Ludmilla come she protect us lovely ladies from Bonga-Bonga "Slimy-Slugs". In meantime, stick together.)

not to mention the town bike

Another Bugosi showing his true, slimy, colors!!! Shame, Sir Wainthorpe! Next we'll hear that you're now sharing the 1888GETLUCKY number with Ol' SantaPatty there.

amongst all the other slimy slugs.............

My dear Madame Matryoshka Redundadabedchka (such a sweet name, it simply rolls off the tongue)..........have you come without Sergei Redundadabedchka, who is very large and strong?
If so, I shall gladly show you my etchings - they are in my little hut at the bottom of the garden (just past the vegetable patch).......

means kiss my donkey or something like that

"Please not be angry." Yeah, sure. She looks like a regular Ma Barker to me!

Sir Wainthorpe! I am stepmother of Ludmilla. She still ill. I come instead. Please not be angry.

Has Ludmilla arrived yet?......Maybe she is not so sensitive about her father.......

Dear Ms. June, You make funny jest! I not understand strange Gaelic language, but friend explain. - Natasha

ouch! pog ma hone

So Ludmilla is the new enforcer for the proletariat, eh? Well she can kiss my bourgeois *ss! Although I'd prefer it if she took that burning cigar out of her mouth first............

(Miss Redundadabedchka.....I shall be there, and will be wearing my own shoes.....Toodle-pipski, my poppet!)

Dear Mr. Squire (aka P.Squirty): My sister, Ludmilla, is going to Bonga-Bonga to take my place. I not tell her what you said so she not be angry. Natasha
P.S. here is picture: http://www.jigidi.com/puzzle.php?id=TOZWRIRX

Roger, моя любовь, I stay away from Bonga-Bonga. Mr. Squire too scary. He call me very nasty name and insult my sister. Please come to Redondo Beach, Ca. Here I am Natalie Smith at Smith's Shiny Shoes. Not let brother Ilya (aka Elijah Smith) see you. Please not steal shoes. поцелуи, Natasha.

(pssssst......Miss Redundadabedchka.......wait outside 'Roger's Emporium' when night falls......I will let you in my back door.......so to speak.......Toodle-pipski!)..........

Funny how it takes a foreign spy to bring out the best in this gang.

why thank you kind sir, she said

Things are always more interesting with you around, Juneee.

the porridge thing, it was me. Staving off the rigours of winter and I put rice krispies in it to make it more interesting

Our secrets will be safe again.. tell the colonel he can come out now.

Tanks, Ms. Heidi. I vood like to take Roger for short time, but not Master Henry.

Mr. Squire. Please not to insult my sister. She is not virgin.

Please take Roger with you. We'll throw in Master Henry for free. He can be used to practice new torture techniques on. OK? Is it a deal?

"Ill" she says. Is that a polite word for venereal disease? In the spy business you've gotta watch out for these "virgin seesters." You could get anything from them.

I must leave Bonga-Bonga immediately. My sister is ill.

I now go for walk in beautiful Bonga-Bonga moonlight.

You are so suspicious, Mr. Squire. My sister - my half-sister, really - has a certain way of convincing people of the truth.

If she pronounces that "seester" and promises that her "seester" is a virgin, I think you've got her cold, dead to rights and red handed. Ha-ha, "red" handed, get it?

I am innocent, Mr. Bugosi. BUGS will see that as soon as I introduce them to my sister.

Believe me, Mr.Squirtzkosky, the Bugosi Undercover Government Spies (BUGS) will soon blow her cover.....

Watch her! She looks like Pladimir Vutin's personal pawn, operative, secret agent! She's claiming to be his "cousin" but that may be code. She could be his........well, anything!

Oh dear, is that the time?.....Must be off!......

My mother, Matryoshka, is happily married to my father, Sergei Redundadabedchka who is very large and strong.

Miss Redundadabedchka........Is your mother as attractive as yourself?......Maybe she'd like to see my etchings......

Roger you smooth-talk me. I beware.

So sorry misunderstood. Perhaps you right about Roger. Such a shame.

You asked about Roger...not our beloved leader...who could never betray his beloved Bonga Bonga!

Ahh, Miss Natasha Redundadabedchka, you are as pretty as one of those dolls-within-a-doll-within-a-doll-within-a-doll-within-a-doll.............

Siberia like crystal palace in winter, but Mr. Bugosi not KGB. Maybe double agent?

We suspect he is a member of the KGB and has blown his cover. Perhaps you could have him recalled. we hear Siberia is lovely at this time of year.

Vas not me in your bed Mr. Bugosi. Vas hallucination.

Vas not me gemstone. Vy you ladies want rid of Roger? He is very handsome.

And someone has been eating my porridge and ate it all up! :(

I KNEW someone had been sleeping in my bed!.....

Was sleeper agent in Redondo Beach, Ca. Reassigned to infiltrate Bonga-Bonga government. But was not me spiked tadpole wine with LSD.

EEEEEK!.......Natasha Redundadabedchka, vot are you doing here?.....

Zis is nice puzzle, but bit subversive. Nyet?

oh the horrid man to nick her nicknacks

Helloo ladieees!
As you can see, I am far from asleep......
My dear, sweet, Madame-of-the-temple......your pole broke because you yelled "FIRE!", and I responded in the correct manner by rushing to your aid, my hose accidentally getting caught round your pole in the process.....
As for the Emporium, we do not require staff at present, though you,Madame-of-the-temple, are always welcome to 'lend a hand'......
TOODLE-PIP!

Not only did he steal my favorite toy, he bent my stripper pole when playing "fireman" on it.

That sounds like petty theft.

What did he steal, your innocence?

Not until he (Roger) reimburses me for the stolen "goods."

I see ...

And we've decided to put Roger to sleep!

Ms.Mreep's rabbit got stuck.....somewhere.....

What did I miss?
I was sleeping, I recall sipping some tad and having a nibble of cheese and listening to Dr.Adonis' speeches .. I must have nodded off ... for a few days. What has bee going on here, it sounds like a frat party came crashing through the place.

lots of target practice there

And I could work in the curtains and drapery department!

Oh yes, he is a natural bottom

Hee-Hee!

Pure inspiration, gemmie!

And we could put KBoy in the mail room...as a management trainee...starting from the "bottom up" so to speak...but don't tell Cl I said that!

Juneeeee could run it with her eyes closed! She has tabs on all the latest fashions...and it would probably wind up making a major profit...LEGITIMATELY!!!

But....but.....what would happen to Roger's Emporium?

Brilliant Question, gemmie! Yes, could we have Roger (and Master Henry) put to sleep?

Could we have Roger "put to sleep"?

The residents of the Bugosi Pond Of Happiness are forever changing.......Some tadpoles remain forever young and stay, others swim to foreign shores but return, while there are those who evolve into frogs and hop off, never to visit these realms again......
And some sleep...........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........

I think the 50 shades of Coloratura sopranos might shed some shade in the ombre. But this party is over. The players are sleeping. I must hush as not to waken the sleeping Juneee or the inquiring PSquirteee. SHHHHHH! Let Jig unwind. Til later. Tah!

and all the other doms and Dommes, tops and bottoms, to whom their particular shade seems normal.

Yes jiggy, except for wicca who is fifty shades of black.

My head is spinning......so we are all fifty shades of normal?

I think I need a drink...........

Well, all the windows are open, for an airing........

it feels very hot in here................

I think she must be unwell.....

juneeeee's last comment seems very normal!

Thought so.......

Normality (also known as normalcy) is the state of being normal. Behaviour can be normal for an individual (intrapersonal normality) when it is consistent with the most common behaviour for that person. Normal is also used to describe individual behaviour that conforms to the most common behaviour in society (known as conformity). Definitions of normality vary by person, time, place, and situation – it changes along with changing societal standards and norms. Normal behaviour is often only recognized in contrast to abnormality. In its simplest form, normality is seen as good while abnormality is seen as bad.[1] Someone being seen as "normal" or "not normal" can have social ramifications, including being included, excluded or stigmatized by larger society.

Although it is difficult to define normality, since it is a flexible concept, the existence of these ramifications also makes it an important definition. The study of what is normal is called normatology – this field attempts to develop an operational definition distinguishing between normality and abnormality (or pathology). The general question of 'What is normal?' is discussed in many fields, including philosophy, psychology and sociology. The most comprehensive attempt to distinguish normality from abnormality comes from clinical psychology, in the Diagnostics and Statistics Manual. The DSM shows how normality is dependent on situation, how it changes throughout history and how it often involves value judgements.

serves you right for asking!

Normal? What is normal? Chaos is normal for Bonga-Bonga, both lower and upper.

Define normal!

oh good, back to normal then

Thank you for your concern, dancing-pecan......News is that Sir Wainthorpe has been separated from the rabbit, Kaleidoboy has been separated from Sir Wainthorpe, and Sweetlittleoldgranny has been separated from Kaleidoboy........(the 18-foot bed collapsed during the operation).....

Is everything back to normal yet?

It's not so sad Heidi, we made A TON OF MONEY! ☺

The sad part of that is: You're probably the cleanest one here this time, Patty.

Hey! Me 'n the Colonel wasn't in on nuthin' 'xcept sellin' a little chicken. Feedin' th' hungry. Doin' our part in the fight against Bonga-Bongan hunger.

In other words, I'm clean on this one!

enough of this odd carrying on, more shades of gray than Whstler's Mother and my nice young protegee seems to be in the thick of it. Thick being the operative word.

Mr.Stagnantgas.....your chocolate balls are not welcome in the BUSH......

But...but Granny loves my chocolate balls. She says they melt in her mouth. Oh wait a minute...maybe that was church_lady.

Nooooooooo!

This is good news! I'll bring them some chocolates.

Now that the chicken has finally run out, so to speak, I can report that Sir Wainthorpe (still clutching the rabbit) along with Kaleidoboy (still holding on to Sir Wainthorpe's legs) and sweetlittleoldgranny (who has managed to get stuck on Kaleidoboy's feet) are all recuperating from their terrifying ordeal in the Bugosi Sicknomore Hospital (BUSH), where an 18-foot bed has been provided for their comfort......

Can I help?

Oooooo... that aroma..... cannot resist!.... drawing me in.....

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ I'm with you Colonel. This hoo-raw is starting to draw a crowd. They're bound to get hungry. Let's go to your place and bring back a couple of dozen big buckets of your delicious chicken. We'll sell it one piece at a time AND MAKE A MINT! Especially after everyone gets a whiff of its enticing aroma...........unless it's drowned out by the disgusting stink of K-Boy and Slimy Roger. But hey - - we can just move upwind of them and wave some legs and wings in the air. The crowd will be lining up in no time! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

DINKETY-donk, dinkety-DONK, donkety-dink

(Rickety old fire engine)