Archibald and Lovey were married in the winter of 1992, a few days close to Christmas.
"—Do you, Archibald Richard Leslie Willoughby Asparagus, take Lovette Camille Asparagus to be your lawful wedded wife?" The blueberry pastor asked Archibald.
"I do." Archibald spoke, facing his teary-eyed betrothed. He too was shedding some tears as well.
"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife!" The pastor exclaimed. "You may now kiss the bride.."
Archibald gently dipped Lovey and the two of them shared a beautiful, loving kiss, to the applause of thousands, even Archibald's friends—Bob, Larry, Jimmy, Jerry, the like. Archibald's folks were there as well, eager to cheer the boy on.
"Bra-VO, my boy!" Nigel exclaimed.
"Yes, GO GET EM' TIGER!!" Lucretia hollered at her son. "Knock em' DEAD!"
"I say, dearest, that's most uncouth." Nigel retorted.
"Oh, pish-POSH, dear, it's not every day our only boy gets married!" Lucretia smiled, giving Nigel a kiss on the cheek. "Perhaps you should be acquainted with a razor, you're getting quite…er…hirsute…"
Later that same day, during the wedding reception party, Bob approached the newly-married Archibald Asparagus.
"Hey, Archibald, when you've got the time, we're going to put together a little TV show," Bob spoke. "You and Lovey should totally audition, you'd be great!"
"I'm not sure, Bob." Archibald took a small sip of red wine. "I am a classically trained Shakespearean actor, not a child's media entertainment personality."
"Nonsense," Bob replied. "We'll need a cultured person like you to balance out all the silliness this show involves."
Archibald chuckled to himself a little, and adjusted his monocle.
"Well…if you say so.." he responded.
