Party Dress

Sandals or shoes? This is Plotnik's only decision.

Someone We Know has a High School Reunion this afternoon, before the Blue Tooth party in the evening. So that person has been trying on clothing combinations and asking Plottie for his opinion, which he is happy to render.

She looks great, no matter what she puts on. True, one blouse might expose a little too much of this and one pair of pants a little too little of that, but Plotnik keeps reminding her that every woman in the place today will be the exact same age she is, and he will take 100 to 1 that Someone looks at least ten times better than any of 'em.

Someone We Know works hard at it, but not that hard. She walks everywhere now. A few miles that way? Fine. A few more miles this way? No problem. A hill or two in the way? Pshhhh.

Plot and Duck put exactly 900 miles on their car in six months.

All the women from North South Muppetplucket High are asking their husbands questions like these. All the men from her class are probably trying to force themselves into their old high school sweaters too, but when it doesn't work, it doesn't work.

Plotnik has carefully layered on a few pounds himself. But even the ladies at TIAPOS haven't noticed, and this isn't his reunion today.

"So what are you going to wear?" Someone calls from the other room. Plotnik just smiles and mutes the remote control.

"Pants," he says. "A shirt. Sandals? No, shoes."