Disclaimer: I'd pass one of Mr. Messerschmitt's killer tests if it'd get me ownership of PotF.
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Aidelaide, It's Mama and Papa! You haven't called or visited in so long, so guess what? We're coming to see you and your sister's family! Now, you know that Battina's house doesn't have an extra bathroom for your father, so we'll be staying with you. Don't worry, we're bring our own towels, presents, too and another surprise. Last season, we were visiting with the owners of the circus we last toured with when you were growing up with us, talking over old time, schmoozing with the performers, especially the clowns. You remember how Papa always loved to give those clowns advice. I think that if your father wasn't so happy on the trapeze, he'd have gone from class clown straight into clown college. Now, we're coming in tonight and we'll be staying -- get this -- for three weeks, but that's not even the best part ... wait for it, wait for it. Papa and I talked the owners into setting up the circus in your little Pickford while their star high wire act is in traction, instead of canceling their tour. They agreed on one condition. Do you think your mama can still fit into her tight spandex costume? Yes, Papa and I are taking our act out of mothballs. The Flying Messerschmitts will glide through the air with the greatest of ease once more. Now don't you worry, because we knew that you'd be concerned, but there's no reason to be. We've made arrangement for free tickets for all your students so you can treat them to a day at the circus to see your parents lit up by the spotlights. No, no, don't thank us. It was really some clown's idea. Perhaps you know him. He said he has family in Pickford and that his niece has a teacher named Messerschmitt. I don't remember her name, but he said you won't be able to miss their house, because every time he stops to visit, his family sets up the big top over their house. Now, that's a family that knows how to treat visiting circus royalty -- not that I'm expecting you to set up a tent just for your old folks. You're so busy and everything, probably too busy to get into costume and join us, and certainly too busy to pick up the phone to call your parents once in a while. Now, I know you've grown out of your old trapeze duds, but would it hurt you to throw on a school p.e. uniform and join us while we're still around? Okay, think about it. Bye for now, Buhbala. Papa needs to pull over and use the bathroom again. We love you and we'll be in tonight. Tah!
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