"Oh you stupid brat, John look at the mess you made. Now come and stay by my side, and out of trouble, said Mrs. Schietaboer."
Mrs. Wifflephaffer gave an angry stare, seeing the mess and loss of a pure transformer chemical. "Is there some remede or a love potion that would be of interest?"
"I am Johan Schietaboer and my wife Angelica and my clumbsey son John. We are on vacation since John is going next fall to a reform school. His temper and bad manors get the best of him and we can't handle him most of the time."
"Oh Daddy your such a whimpy sorry ass, she don't care about your problems. Hey lady got any potions to give this bad ass a new considerate attitude, ha ha ha ha, said a sleezie teen named John."
Mrs. Wifflephaffer looked to see if her Gila husband was watching, and seeing his knod, she turned and smiled.
"Ahh Schietaboer, that's Dutch isn't it, said Mrs. Wifflephaffer!"
The Misses' knowing of such, knew the strange meanings of different words and phrases. "Ahh Schiet, means shit and aboer means, farmer. Oh yes shitfarmer I see why you didn't change the Dutch name to english!"
"We don't need to be insulted! Come dear and lets find another exibit, said the angry Mr. Schietaboer."
"Young man here is a remede that could save you from the reform school your Dad plans' for you. It's called, Work, Sweat,and Mature! I'm sure that by fall you would have a more considerate attitude toward your parents. You will by then nolonger want this remede, and will desire to be with your parents as much as possible, offered Mrs. Wiffflephaffer."
Mr. Schietaboer walked quickly over and looked at the green glass bottle filled with liquid. "How much should he take, and is it expensive?"
"It comes as three bottles, He takes one full bottle to get the remede in his blood stream. Then give him an occasional boost in his food with a quarter cup as needed. As to the cost, well it's three hundred dollars, but since I see he is a real pain we make it two fifty, OK?"
"It's a deal, he said with a wink, might even give it to the ole' wifee as a pick-me-up, right!"
"I would even suggest it for your own dispostion, it might build a little muscle and give you a hardy feeling, said Mrs. Wifflephaffer.
I suggest you enjoy the remede over lunch, say at the Farrier Lounge!"
The three would be volunteers walked together out the door, with and eye for lunch over a glass of Work, Sweat, and Mature remede.
Just then the teenager ran back inside. "Hey lady got any L O V E potions, I want to get sex and you might have what I need, said John."
"Oh don't worry the Remede I sold your father will assure you a rich sex life within a day of enjoying it. Please enjoy it over lunch and I'm sure your sexual delights will be forthcoming, trust me I've seen it before."
Mrs. Wifflephaffer looked up at her husband and smiled. As the mister gave a thumbs up sign, and showed his lizard teeth.