As Lillian stared at Riff Raff passed out on the floor, Magenta cuddled her babies. They were both wrapped in daddy's shirt.
"What will you be naming them?" asked Lillian.
"I had never really thought of it, but I think we'll wait until Riff is up." One of the babies began to cry. "There there," cooed Magenta. Lillian smiled. Magenta was the perfect mother. She had always been motherly to Lillian, as far as she could see, and although she could lose her temper, with Riff Raff around, she wouldn't.
The two little babies in her arms were beautiful, one had a little tuft of red hair, and the other, blonde hair, sort of flax colored. All of their little features were perfect. The little baby with red hair had saphire eyes, and the other, emeralde green. They each had 10 fingers and 10 toes, Magenta counted, and they were just perfect.
As Lillian set her hand on her belly, she tried to imagine her own baby. It was probably a cute little girl like Riff Raff and Magenta's. Dhe probably had whitely blonde hair like his, and blue eyes like his. As she day dreamed, Riff Raff began to stir. "Magenta...?" came his faint cry. Feeling achy, she sat up.
"Riff Raff, come here...look at our girls!" he slowly stood, and began to lovingly fondle the hair on their heads.
"What are we gonna name them, Genta?"
"I was hoping you would help me decide...I like Leela."
"That's a lovely name," he replied with a smile. "I like Polly. I heard a band singing about it on the radio when Eddie took me to a bar..." Magenta giggled and said "That's wonderful." Both Transylvanians gleamed with bright smiles.
And at that very moment - in burst Columbia and Frank. Clothes all wrinkled, and both faces colored in different colored lipstick. Columbia's face lit up at the sight of Magneta.
"Baby! no, Babies!" she raced over to Magenta. her mouth began to run at a hundred miles and hour "How ya feeling Maggie? Are these both yours? Oh, congrats guys! They're just precious! Aren't they lovely Frank?" she tried to awkwardly hug Magenta, then tackled Riff Raff. Frank said a quick "Yes, precious...babies..." and walked away. Everyone laughed at him, apparently not prepaired for babies in the castle.
All the way in Abner's flat, tried to remember if last night was a dream, or not. Then he vaguly remembered Riff yelling 'I'm taking your motor bike...' and ran out to see if his precious scooter was there. It wasn't. Abner screamed. "where's my scooter? I need her!" But knowing it was a lost cause to scream, walked back int ohis flat, and chewed on some food. "He'll be back later. I hope..."