Rushy: Isn't it pleasant here in this shady grove? I'm so relieved to

get off those hot, dusty fairegrounds--bad fur the complexion, ya know--

my face powder is turning all orangey.

Midnight: I didn't notice. Anyway, I'm burnin' up in this nutty costume.

Rushy: Oh, I find mine quite comfy! The Queen said she saved these costumes

especially fur us--she has such excellent taste.

Midnight: She needn't have saved it fur my benefit--

if it gets any hotter I'm going to rip it right off and go in the fur!

Rushy: Promises, promises...