Mini Photographer: We have a guest here now, so there will obviously need to be a lot more croissants. Get to it.
Norton: Of course.
Mini Ripper and Photographer: *get off the counter and sit at the small table in the middle of the kitchen*
Norton: *places a stack of croissants on the table for them, then walks back to the counter to butter more*
Mini Ripper: *takes one from the top of the pile and bites into it*
Mini Ripper: Wow! This is delicious!
Mini Photographer: What else do you expect from a butler serving me?
Mini Ripper: Waaah, wish I had a butler like you do, Joseph...
Mini Photographer: I told you already that he will be yours too once we get married.
Mini Ripper: Oh yeah! Let's get married really quickly!
Mini Photographer: My fathers won't let me. I have to be a grandpa first.
Mini Ripper: So I have to be a grandpa too?
Mini Photographer: No. You have to be a grandma.
Mini Ripper: Oh... Grandmas are boys?
Mini Photographer: No.
Mini Ripper: Then why am I going to be a grandma?
Mini Photographer: Because you're my wife, even though you are a boy.
Mini Ripper: Oh... I don't get it...
Mini Photographer: You don't have to. Let's just eat this pile of croissants.
Mini Ripper: *nods and gobbles down his croissant*
Mini Photographer: *takes one and sucks it up his nose*
Mini Ripper: What did you just do?!
Mini Photographer: I inhaled it. Biting and chewing takes up too much time and I'm also not bothered. Inhaling it is the best method of eating breakfast for busy people, like me.
Mini Ripper: I wanna try!
Mini Photographer: No, don't. It might get stuck up there, if you're not careful and experienced.
Mini Ripper: Aww... Fine...
Naib and Jack: *outside, in the hall, looking for mini Jack*
Naib and Jack: SON! HAS ANYONE SEEN OUR SON?!
Mini Ripper: They're looking for me... Sorry, Joseph, I have to go...
Mini Photographer: It's fine. Go. You shouldn't keep your parents waiting for too long.
Mini Ripper: *looks guilty, pushes himself off of his chair and runs out*
Mini Photographer: *continues inhaling croissants like a psychopath*
Joseph: *comes in*
How's Norton doing?
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