"G'morning,"
Chessie apears in the kitchen, drawn by the cinnimon smell and the music. The two fellas look a little beary still, so she heads over to the fridge to get her own breakfast. She sits down at the table with them and procedes to eat a large bannana split.
The two men stare in disbelief as she eats the whole thing with a smile of pleasure.
"Breakfast, most important meal of the day!" she says, and heads for the juke to poke in her choice,E-2.
Trumpets pour out the sound of a snappy fan fare as a snare drum and brushed cymbol tap in the rythm. Ella Fitzgerald sings:
You hit the spot
like a balmy breeze on a night in May.
You hit the spot
like a cool mint julip on a sum'ry day.
You hit a new high in my estimation.
I had to fall
'cause you've got so much on the ball.
Oh you hit the spot.....
Chessie dances her way to the sink to rinse her dish, and then out the door to her office.