You do have point lurker, this could sell. If a camcorder could survive this atmosphere.
We’ll get one of the undersea ones they use in the documentaries. I’ll run the camera if you’ll narrate.
VB walks in, ducks a hastily lobbed blob of chocolate, and starts squirting all combatants liberally with cinnamon oil, while approaching FPK.
“Hi sweety! I see you finally lost that gooey shirt; but I see you still have a couple of cherries stuck to your front; hold still while I nibble them off…Whoops! Those weren’t cherries! 'scuse me!”
Hey, Bub. The line forms to the left, alright?
You have a deal, lurker, and I’ll give you 60% if you can help me explain to my parents where the money is coming from.
Anyone seen flup lately?
How deep is all this chocolate on the floor?
squeakles at Vestal Blue
Really VB! shocked but then smiles at him
Like DW said, get in line…
Now DW… runs her finger through his now only slightly sticky fur
Where were we?
Kitty
OK. Barbados is always advertising for business, we’ll base the films there and pay from a Caymans bank. We’ll use a shadow holding company and list it under “web design” fees. Any references to “pay TV” will be categorized under a client who registered his web site in Tuvalu so he’d get a .tv domain…
stands, covered in chocolate and feathers, arms akimbo
Uh guys? Medea? Lurker? The tickling ended a while ago. Was pretty anti-climactic…no pun intended…as fierra isn’t ticklish. Sorry.
But I am covered in chocolate and feathers…and if either of YOU is ticklish… grins wickedly
Or you, flup. You think I didn’t see you? 
flup struuter? Was that who the snorkel belonged to? Guess he must be really short, it was only waist deep on the rest of us…
Egads, but you crack me up. Good morning, fierra. Always good to see you first thing in the morning–all covered in chocolate and feathers. (I did just notice flup–must be it was him with the snorkel…what was he doing under there do you suppose? Nah, I don’t wanna know.)
Yes, we've moved on to VB licking FPK's - uh, cherries, did you call it?
I'll take the 5th on the ticklish q...
You want Flup? ::puts cherry on top of snorkel:: He’ll surface soon…
raises eyebrow, advances on lurker slowly
Heh, heh, heh. Did you know I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue? Come here and I’ll show you…
vanilla, ripping the chocolate off of stuuter, throws away feathers…
Heres some butterscotch syrup!
Oh great googley-moogley. I was just making my approach there, vanilla. Stinker. And I don’t like butterscotch…yick. Where’d I put that seltzer?
stops and looks at vanilla, smiles sweetly
But you did help me with that other mess. And I haven’t thanked you properly…
pulls out super-soaker and begins spraying vanilla with chocolate sauce 
uh, I’ll coem over, but only if you promise not to tie me in a knot… :eek:
Psssssst…Hey, Vestal Blue…How about you uh, go from here, and stuff this wad of fudge down flup’s snorkle. If he hasn’t snarfed that cherry, you can just jam that down the tube also.
:: DW sets off Gummy Bear bomb ::
This party needs some more variety.
struuter and fierra, you two are starting to look like the Cocoa Puffs[sup]TM[/sup] Cuckoo. You two need to take a seltzer shower (preferrably together)
vanilla, I certainly hope you’re 100% pure, and not that artificial stuff.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Princess to attend to
Kitty, I shall cover you all over with Hershey’s Kisses, and not the ones wrapped in foil, either.
Your eyes, they are like sparkling pools of chocolate milk…
Your whipped creamy skin is so…
:: nuzzles Kitty’s neck, starts licking her caramel coated earlobe ::
VB walks over to flups snorkel. Places the fudge in the snorkel. “Floop!”
“Oh! It’stuck! it needs lubed”.
VB pours a little 151 in the snorkel too. Gurckle gurckle!
“Heh. That’ll light up his life!”
Only if you stick a candle in the top, VB!
Are you sure you want to be fudging flup? Don’t you have better things to do?
<sultry voice> I’ve been reliably informed I need to get out of all this chocolate…</sultry voice>
That is so mean to the poor snorkel. I’m assuming its attached to flup, but I don’t want to know what in God’s name he could be doing.
I think I need to hit the shower at this point, these clothes are ruined and I would like to have individual hairs again.
Oo! Wait, gummy bears…