HB: Yeah.
Edwin: I have a brilliant idea and it involves that chicken-pansy-brother of yours. But I will need your help.
HB: Okay.
SPAL: MUMMSY! HELP ME!
Mummsy comes running down the stairs. She stops and looks at the trail of toilet paper trailing behind and around Sir Poops. Immediately, she shoves fisted hands to her hips. "Hair Ball? Edwin?"
