Me: Howl you doing?
Nell: Very funny.
Me: I know you’re not happy with your hair but it sort of suits you in an odd way and it’s really glossy.
Nell: Never mind my hair. How dare that lion disrupt yesterday’s performance?
Me: It was mainly Rupert and Myfanwy’s performance.
Nell: Sneezing like that.
Me: It was more of a roar than a sneeze.
Nell: Myfanwy fainted clear away. Rupert had to carry her off stage.
Me: Do you think that means they will be in the dance off tonight?
Nell: Of course they will. And so will Manuel I expect. How on earth did he gets his tentacles caught in that trapeze?
Me: What was he doing on it in the first place? It was only meant for Gladys and Count Bingo Flamingo’s dance.
Nell: I have no idea. It was a complete shambles.
Me: At least it gave the audience pumpkin to talk about.
Nell: I shall ignore that. I thought Dave and Rhubarb danced beautifully as a pair of dog ghosts.
Me: Yes. Their costumes were eerie-sistable.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I enjoyed Harriet and Beauregard’s Pirates of the Caribbean number, although Lionel King should not have joined in.
Nell: I agree. Most unprofessional, if not threatening, for a judge to be waving his cutlass around like that.
Me: And what about Poppy as Dracula?
Nell: Absolutely terrifying. Nobody dared give her less than a 10.
Me: Stephen Seagull made an awfully convincing raven.
Nell: Well, go on. Make a joke about vampires. I know you’re dying to.
Me: Good one. I have some vampire puns but they all suck.
Nell: I knew it.
Me: Just witching you a Happy Halloween.
Nell: Same to you.
Me: Fangs, Boo-tiful. Feeling gourd like I should.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Sorry.
