Rivame was so excited with the invitation to the party till to her
dismay she discovered that her wardrobe was totally
inadequate...antiquated even...so she rang her friend Jess to go
shopping. They had heard about a new store just opened and decided to
check it out. On arriving there they headed first to the coffe shop and
were delighted to find...........

....really lickable, err. I mean comfortable seats, and hot coffee,
chocolate iced doughnuts, spare holes, and all sorts of delicious
delicacies in the Wide Chest Lounge.

Rivame was so looking foward to the party, she had the invitation in her
pocket, and every now and again she would pull it out and show Jess.

Jess thought that Rivame would look good in a little suede number but
Rivame had her heart set on a.........

Outside the Wide Chest Lounge there was a commotion! The Kid was pulling
up on to the sidewalk in a bright red Landy with a 'roo in the passenger
seat. The 'roo was singing show tunes and smoking a cigar! What a
spectacle!

....slinky black number she had seen in the catalogue.Trouble was they
wernt sure which floor to go to so decided to start at the
basement.Riding the elevator down riva was dismayed to see..........

....photographers, paparazzi everywhere..someone pushed Jess into a
wall, dislodging her hat, and ruffling the lucky emu feather she wore in
her lapel.

It seemed a mad Kangaroo was bounding around the forum, siging at the
top of it's voice and Kid was having a hard time putting out the fire in
the pot plant outside the Wide Chest Lounge.

Being careful to look bothways, Rivame and Jess, reading the store map
they had, went down, down, down, into the depths of the Ungeneral
Compartment Store.

Jess, as usual had the map upside down and inside out and they
discovered they weren't in the black slinky number section at all but
rather were looking eye to eye with...

The dungeon master! He was unusally short for someone with such a title.
"Don't let me size fool yas!" he said with a piratian accent.
"Welcome to the Labotomy Room" he said with a smile as he turned to open
a large iron door.
Rivame and Jess looked at each other and....

....Burst into fits of laughter. Little did shorty know that Jess and
Riva were actually secret agents who had already had their frontal
labotomy removed.They turned towards the man who was short and learingly
...while rubbing their hands together said......

"Lobotomy Room? You call this a Lobotomy Room? Where we got ours done,
we got matching handbags."

Taking out their invisible badges they waved them learingly, (as in the
king?)to the vertically challenged Dungeon Master, and explained they
were off-duty, and were actually looking for a few likely suspects for a
party.

Taking the door number four on the right, they found some steps, and
decided maybe Rivame should read the map, and see if Kid had managed to
put the fire out, and had the roo in hand by now.

Taking the steps two at a time, (cause you never know when a step will
come in handy)Rivame and jess opened another door with a sign written in
reverse Sanskrit and found themselves..

...... holding the knob. The knob had come clean off the door and was
now vibrating insanely in Jesses hand.At the same time the back to front
sanskript sign started yelling...#$&* and &**&^%.Not being used to
language like this Riva grabbed the knob off Jessand flung it at the
sign. Suddenly......( thats almost immediately)......

...a tiny little door next to the @&*#%!!! door, opened and a small
furry grumpy looking creature with a beak, came shuffling out growling,
"What the blue blazes do you two want?".

Trying hard not to laugh too loud, both Jess and Rivame, asked the
grumpy, small, furry, beaked thing if the door with the language
problems and vibrating knob, would open.

The small grumpy, growling thing, shuffled over and kicked the door, and
it sprung open on well oiled hinges that barely sqeaked, and the women,
walked into a well lit room full of the most wonderful dresses they had
ever seen.

Which for Rivame was wonderful, but for jess was......

.... the only thing on earth that could make her tremble at the
knees....well the only thing she will admit too anyway.Riva grabbed her
by the hand and finding a rack full of pants...propped Jess up against
it.As jesses knee trembling subsided Riva walked back to the dresses and
was in awe of their beauty. She felt the smooth texture of one in
particular when she felt a pin prick in her finger and .........

fainted. Jess, on seeing it, pulled herself together and lifted
riva from the floor. Rivame didn't give a sign of life and Jess
dragged her to the wall and sat her there. Then she went to the door and
looked out for Harry and the roo. Nobody was to be seen and Jess was at
a loss until she heard a noise from the room next door. She went over
and opened the door, only to discover.....

Artgurl locked in a wooden box. It was dark and she was afraid not
knowing when the troll was coming back. She had fashioned a lock pic
from a chicken bone and was madly working at the lock when whe heard the
door open ...

and frightened she hid in a dark corner. Peering into the light she saw
TheLonelyWalker, who was looking for ArtGurl. For hours already he had
been around, slipping from door to door, without finding a sign. Jess
motioned him over to tell him......

...the Dress Troll had somehow locked Artgurl in an art supply box full
of crayons, and penicls, and brushes, and that she was scrambling around
in there, sounding very dis-orientated. LonelyWalker, ass essing the
err...situation, used his best dress sense, grabbed two caothangers,
tapped both sides of the art supply box, and released Artgurl.

Turning to Rivame, he took a slinky black number off the rack and waved
it under Rivame's nose, which resuscitated her instantly...

Upon checking the label, Rivame discovered it was not her size, so
carefully put it back on the rack.

Jess was standing near the fitting room doors, with a strange expression
on her face, glancing nervously at Rivame, and Artgurl, and
LonelyWalker...and trying to motion them over.

She had taken out her water pistol from her trusty lobomy range of
handbag, and with back to the wall.....

“Look mate, have you got a green elephant gun? I’ve only me red one and
there’s nobody left at the bus stop to feed the rabbits!”
As LonelyWalker opened his mouth to speak he coughed, and bright,
spangled sequins shot out of his throat as a disco ball descended from
the ceiling and the room filled with the music of KC and the Sunshine
band playing (Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake your Booty.
“Why that’s just the thing!” rivame remarked as she slid from somnolence
to sassy dancing queen amid the spangles and music. Jess joined in as
Artgurl yawned and LonelyWalker scratched his

........head at the strange behaviours of these wild women.

Although discos and dresses were exciting, and it isn't everyday one
sees sequins and sparkly stuff fall from someone's mouth, jess was
worried.

Something was in the fitting room, and she was sure it was the Dress
Troll. She needed help, and her water pistol wasn't going to do the job.
Eyeing off the..

.....nude manniquin in the corner she atarted to get cols shivers....had
it just moved or was it only a figmentation of her imagination (jess was
prone to these). With water pistol raised she slowly shuffled (because
the pistol holder had fallen to her ankles) over towards the mannequin
when suddenly a gut wrenching sob escaped from......

the Dress Troll, who had donned his roller skates and bright pink roller
disco outfit.
“Don’t touch that mannequin! She’s my date to the DTH reunion tonite!”
For those unaware-DTH stands for dwarf, troll, and hobbit. Walt Disney
started this tradition way back in 1957 when he grew a mustache to cover
up his

....harelip...or was that his harenose. Looking at the sobbing mannequin
(who looked more like a ladyquin)Riva let out a mighty sigh, as there
before her eyes was the dress of her dreams. On asking the store dummy
(formally man/lady/quin)how much the dress would cost she was overjoyed
to hear it was free on the condition.......