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Caritas, Wednesday, 12/3

Penelope was in a cheerful mood. Having won the karaoke contest and fifty dollars, she had been a boucy little thing all day. Her flowers were pretty, the short phone call from her mother was short, and she had recieved a new care package containing her favorite chocolate cakes. Today really couldn't get any better.

...unless Max were to walk through the door and apologize and demand she marry him.

Since that was not likely to happen, Penelope accepted her glass of beer from Tino and settled in to watch the band. They were all wearing blonde wigs tonight and extreme low riding pants, singing some song about a circus.

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There's only two types of people in the world:
The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
Well baby, I'm a put on a show kind of girl
Don't like the backseat, gotta be first

Robin was feeling Beatrice's presence tonight. He decided to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9B4dZyIEiMs) a song that he thought she'd really have liked.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh... holiday...)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day

I'm like the ringleader,
I call the shots (Call the shots)
I'm like a firecracker,
I make it hot

When I put on a show,
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer,
The dance floor is my stage
Better be ready,
Hope that you feel the same

Max walked through the door and headed to the bar. "Gee, I'm sorry about your nose," he told Penelope. "But if you can make me a Shirley Temple, then I simply must demand you marry me."

Penelope blinked, rubbed her eyes, looked at her glass of beer, then back at the... talking rabbit. Thing. Her fingers covered her nose. "I'm... it's okay. Okay." She looked over at Tino and he fixed the Shirley Temple and set it on the counter, on a napkin.

Max looked Tino up and down. "I'm not marrying you," he decided. "You have cooties."

He gestured wildly at Penelope with his drink, spilling some on the bar. "You know, a little plastic surgery'll clear that right up. You got a scalpel handy?"

Tino, uninterested, went back to cleaning glasses.

Penelope, on the other hand, was taken aback. Automatically did she grab a cloth and start wiping up the spilt drink. "No. It won't work. My parents took me to a doctor and it just won't work." She blinked. Someone... must be playing a cruel joke on her. "Who are you?"

"... Max, Freelance Police!" he answered, prefacing it with a pause just long enough for someone else, were they there, to say "Sam and".

He hadn't meant to be rude, he just had no filter between his mouth and the lump of sheer aggression that served him for a brain. "Who are you?"

Max? Demanding to marry her? That was just too odd for words.

This little bunny thing was rather frightening.

"I'm Penelope, a student."

Not all that odd -- random coincidences and narrative puns tended to follow wherever Sam & Max went.

The frightening bunny thing looked around the bar. "Reeeeally?" he asked. "NICE classroom! What are you learning?"

"I mean, I'm a student working at this bar. This is a bar and I'm just a student. Working." She felt rambly and she was never rambly. But there was a talking, Shirley Temple drinking bunny named Max sitting before her and she'd probably have nightmares. Those teeth looked scary.

"I know what you're thinking," Max told her, noticing her looking at his teeth. "But they're not bleached. These choppers are just NATURALLY this white."

Her brows shot up. "That's nice, for you. I imagine you're very photogenic." Penelope glanced over at Tino, who just shrugged. She looked back at Max and smiled gingerly. "Are you new to town?"

"I'm the most photogenic President ever!" Max told her. "And I'm not new; Sam and me have been here at LEAST a week!."

"Hi Penelope!" Robin hopped up on a stool. He had his guitar case with him tonight.

"Hello, Robin. How are you?" she asked, smiling as he acquired his stool so easily.

"I'm good, and you?"

"Very good, thank you. Maybe I get you something to drink?"

"I'd like a root beer please. So, I'm gonna try to stake out the recroom on Friday to try to practice Beatrice's song."

Penelope got him his root beer and placed in on a bar napkin in front of him. "Are you? Would you like me to come too?"

"If you can, that'd be great."

"Is there a piano in there?" she asked.

"Uh huh, I have no idea if it's in tune or not, but it's there."

"I can tune it," she said, smiling.

"Great!" A sudden thought came to him. "Do you think I should bring snacks?"

All eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus
When I crack that whip everybody gon' trip
Just like a circus

Don't stand there watching me,
Follow me, show me what you can do
Everybody let go, We can make a dance floor
Just like a circus

There's only two types of guys out there:
Ones that can hang with me, and ones that are scared
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship, so beware

Let's go!
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, Uh-huh)
Let me see what you can do
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, Uh-huh)
I'm running this
(Like, like, like, like a circus)
Yeah, like a what?
(Like, like, like, like a circus)

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