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“Missus S! What is it?” asked Jeff Fischer, hurrying into the kitchen.
“Sorry to alarm you, Jeff, just getting into character.” Francine Smith turned the bacon and eggs in the frying pan. “I got a Penelope Pitstop outfit and I’m practicing her personality for when I put it on. Something to do as I make breakfast, I mean, this little ol’ breakfast,” she corrected, having a try at Penelope’s honeyed Southern accent.
Jeff looked hungrily at the bacon and eggs, but poured himself a bowl of organic granola and soymilk instead. His wife, Hayley, kept him on a strict vegan diet. “Why’d you get a Penelope Pitstop costume?”
The truth was that Francine’s husband, Stan Smith, had said he wanted to see her as the cartoon racer in the bedroom, but Francine decided a slight lie was in order. Her son-in-law’s behavior was strange enough