Cruella is dressed and we're ready to go. She insists on carrying the chocolate but I think she's got a sweet tooth. Well, about
6 sweet teeth. I'm bringing the new supply of pink feathers, my turn. You will do fine through all of this. Just squeeze our hands, the ones that are holding yours.
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".