Gunther ~ Cornelia ~ Mortimer ~ Frida
Who on Earth would be at the door at this hour!? *yawn*
It's pro..*yawn".. girl scouts or something I don't kn *yawn* ow *snoring*
I'll go *yawn* see who it is.
Yes!? What do you wa- *gasp*
Frida, you really can't be here, how did you get here anyway!?
I'll show myself to my room...
I never said you could-
Gunther, dear? Who was that?
Was it the girlscou...ts....
Mom, who's that lady?
...WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE!?
Mom, please, shh, I have a headache...
It's nice to see you too, but right now, I must unpack...
Gunther, a word in the Kitchen please!?
What the hell is she doing here!?
Your guess is as good as mine!
Well she can't stay, that's for sure!
I know, but she's my sister, what if it was Agnes-
But you know what she's capable of! I don't want Morty to get the wrong idea about that kind of stuff.
It's just not natural.
I want her gone by tomorrow.