Violet & Daisy

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What are we gonna do now?

I'll think of something.

- What's funny?

- Russ didn't tell you?

He told me about the job,

but he didn't tell me anything funny.

- He didn't tell you about Pete?

- No, who's Pete?

Well, it seems there's this physician type

character named Pete was all depressed one day.

He felt terrible cause he did some stuff

he just couldn't get over.

- What did he do?

- He slept with five of his patients.

But Pete wasn't the worst

guy in the universe,

because no matter how hard he tried

to forget about it, he couldn't.

The guilt and sense of

unprofessionalism was overwhelming.

But every once in a while

he hear a voice inside

that said:
"Pete, don't worry about it."

You weren't the first licensed practitioner

that sleeps with one of your patients

and you won't be the last.

Besides, you're single.

Let it go.

But then, just when he almost

over the guilt with it all,

another voice would bring

him back down to reality.

And say:
"Oh Pete,

But dude...

You're a Veterinarian."

Vi!

Let's go!

Wha..What are you doing?

- I don't get it.

- Don't get what?

What's so funny about a vegetarian man?

I don't get it.

- You mean the Veterinarian man?

- Yeah, that guy. I don't get it.

He sleeps with his patients.

His patients are probably cats and dogs

and llamas and stuff

Why is that funny?

Back home we've puppy dogs and kitty cats.

I used to nap with all the time.

I think it's sweet.

Actually, don't worry about it partner,

there are plenty of other jokes

in the universe we can share.

Let's just get ready for tonight.

Some well deserved vacation.

- I got a good one for you, Violet.

- Lay it on me!

Oh, damn!

- What?

- I think I forgot it.

Well that's the good thing, Daze.

I'll be here if it comes back to you

Ten, Nine, Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One!

What happened over there?

Well...

I was just thinkin' that,

since how you're 18 and

all and you can be charged

as an adult now, for all felonies.

Kid's meals, ferris wheels...

God knows what else.

I know.

But hey, this should

turn up for one around.

I've invited Boss to our party.

It was swell of you

to invite him.

Hello?

Oh, hey Russ.

Is that Russ calling to

wishes a happy vacation

because if it's not,

he's got a wrong number.

- Oh...

- Jerk...

I don't know.

I've to check with Violet.

- Vi?

- No fucking way.

- Violet says no.

- Violet says "F*ck no".

I thought you said we'd had

some down time ahead.

No, Violet told me you'd pull

something like this!

Oop yea, no kidding

she said you'd do that too.

Up the money and

call it an easy gig.

That's text book, Russ!

What you think we are, stupid?

Yea! Same to you!

- Can you believe him?

- Look it here, Daze.

Barbie Sunday has a new fashion line.

"Be your best in

my new signature dress.

Let them know you mean business

at the Disco or in the boardroom,

with the amazing versatility

of the premiere piece,

in my high end line,

a super stylish couture.

Who's better than you girl?"

Oh man!

- How much is it?

- Around 300 bucks.

- How do you know?

- I know because Stacy Culpepper's got one.

And everybody was talking about it.

Let's get ours.

- We can't.

- Why not?

Because we blew the

money on rent again.

Still, we might still have enough

for just one dress and then maybe...

What?

Again, Vi?

Call Russ back before

he gives the job away.

- We got it.

- What...

He said it was an easy gig, right?

- Yea.

- Up the money too, didn't he?

Yea.

Then what are we waiting for?

That's shit!

Hey Russ, it's me Daisy.

I know what we said.

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