The Argy Bargy Bar is back!

Chaps? How many, ixion?

One for each thigh, grandmajet?

Got him! We’re practising for tonight.
He’d better shape up, cos I need a man
And my heart is set on you! ? ? ?

grandmajet who is the one that you want and needs to shape up? Is it George or Sean or someone else?

Harry, little Harry Styles. Although I’m a bit young for him.

Are you feeling pretty, AGA?

I may do when I take my rollers out, gloopy face mask off and wear my white virginal dress with the pink bows.

I've also washed my lovely long blonde hair and it is blowing on the line in the breeze.

Quick, AGA! I thought it was tumbleweed blowing by, but it could well be your long blonde hair!

Ring ring why don’t you give me a call ?. Here I am gang. Font my dungarees on and I’m in full song mode. Where’s Sean.....who’s pinched him? ?

Yee-haa, I 'm here folks complete with trusty sharp shooter. (Worry not, any Gun Lobby types. It is specially adapted to splat. Think Bugsy Malone)

Looking for a man with a gun in his pocket- or, one who is pleased to see me

(The old ones are always the best)

I think that heap in the corner of the cellar is Sean, Doodle. That’s where you left him. A pint of poteen and he’ll be up and about again.
I’ve arranged for a delivery of hot dogs with all the trimmings - do they have trimmings? - since we’re all performing American musicals, so let’s get on working up an appetite. Has anyone seen my little Harry? He seemed so keen earlier.

Your chaps are flapping a bit, ixion.

It's cos I didn't want them too stiff.
Took a lot of soaping to get them the way I like them.

Have you asked Doodle. She may know where Harry is.

She’s already done for Sean, if she lures Harry to the cellar I’ll throw my hotdog at her, and I have a good aim. I’ll leave the onions in too.
Oh here she is. She’s carrying Sean up the cellar steps.

Harry and I are ready with our rendition of Summer Nights!

Summer loving had me a blast, summer loving, happened so fast......... (well, he is young)

You need to handcuff him to you as with Doodle the hand is quicker than the eye.

True Doodle. And she’s singing Does Your Mother Know! In her fetching dungarees. Who is she trying to fetch, do you think?

Oops. True AGA. Mistaken identity in the smokey Argy.

Budge over, doodle
"Anything you can do, I can do better"????

Now it's gimme gimme a man after midnight.

Ooh, have no intention of waiting that long?

Nor has AGA! She’s full on I Feel Pretty with fluttery eyelashes now.

Harry is singing about his car! Greased Lightning. Dumped for a car!
Now where is Sean? Doodle is busy being a Dancing Queen, she won’t notice. ?

Ixion, I know you like Doing What Comes Naturally, but there’s a time and a place!