As Brooke Thompson stood naked and wet beneath a torrent of water flowing from a shower head, her newest employer Margaret Booth was scrubbing her with a soap-filled washcloth, taking care to scrub every embarrassing nook and cranny of Brooke's bare naked body. Margaret was just about to scrub the bit between Brooke's legs when suddenly the door to the shower room opened.
"Hey, Margaret!" cried a voice. "When do we eat around here? We haven't had breakfast yet."
Brooke turned and sure enough, there was Montana standing at the entrance to the shower room.
Margaret frowned at the interruption and simply snarled, "We'll eat when I say we eat. Now go away!"
"Sure you don't need any help?" asked Montana.
"If I needed your help, I'd ask for it," said Margaret. "Now go away!"
Montana shrugged and said, "Well, okay. Just asking. No need to treat me as if I were Mr. Jingles."
"Eeek!" cried Margaret. "Don't say that name!"
"What name?" asked Montana.
"You know what name," said Margaret.
"Mr. Jingles?" asked Montana.
"Eeek!" cried Margaret again. "I thought I told you not to say that name."
"How come you don't want her to say the name Mr. Jingles?" asked Brooke.
"Eeek!" cried Margaret yet again. "Not you too. The two of you should know better. Now don't say that name or else I'll --"
"Hey, everybody!" cried Roxanne. "What's taking so long with breakfast? I'm hungry."
"Margaret is lecturing us on why she doesn't want us to say a certain name," said Montana.
"What name is that?" asked Roxanne. "Mr. Jingles?"
"Arrgh!" cried Margaret. "Now you got her saying it!"
"Saying what?" asked Rio and Sharona as they entered the shower room.
"Mr. Jingles, apparently," said Roxanne.
"Arrgh!" cried Margaret.
And with that, she threw down the washcloth and walked out of the shower room.
"I guess that's my cue to get dressed now," said Brooke. "Anybody got a towel?"
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