Purred: Sun Apr 11, '10 12:45pm PST |
 |  |  |  | *Simon suspects what Wilson has placed in the mysterious envelope. He leaves Wilson chatting on the porch with the couple, excuses himself for a moment, and dashes back to the limousine. Mak pops the trunk for him and Simon frantically rifles around through the bags until he finds just the one he's searching for. He pull out a checkbook and quickly writes the MacDonald's a check. He's thinking..."hmm...that oughta put some petrol in the car for them!" He quickly seals the check in an envelope and runs back up to where the couple are standing with Wil. Out of breath, he sputters..."Mr. MacDonald, sir, please take this envelope...but there's no opening it until we've gone. Understand?" Mr. MacDonald nods his head...by now the poor man is completely perplexed. Yet, something tells him not to argue with these two serious and determined cats.*
*Wilson and Simon shake paws-to-hands one final time with Mr. and Mrs. MacDonald, then turn and descend the porch steps. They call to their sisters sitting in the back seat of the Dusenberg, packed in with all of the MacDonald children, who are petting them and chattering away at them in thick Scottish accents, which neither Hallie nor Willow can completely understand. The girls are laughing and their eyes are sparkling with happiness.*
Time to go, Willow...Time to leave for the airport, Hallie!!
*The girls look at each other, sorry to have to leave these wonderful new friends. Reluctantly, they climb out of the touring car one last time. From where they stand, they wave to the MacDonald parents, then turn and walk slowly toward the limousine. Wilson and Simon open the limo's doors for them, wave a final salute to the family, and climb in behind their sisters. Mak puts the car in reverse and backs carefully out of the drive.*
*Simon and Wilson look through the limo's rear window just in time to see Mr. MacDonald stagger back onto a porch chair, open envelopes clutched in his hand. Mrs. MacDonald has thrown her apron over her face and is rocking back and forth in place. *
*Grinning broadly, Wil and Si high-five each other.*  |  |  |  |  |
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