Back!

Dylan: So, they're back from Paris!
Bandit (off screen): And not a present for us!
Dylan: No French Bread.
Bandit: No French Onions.
Dylan: No French Dressing.
Bandit: No French Garlic.
Dylan: No French Mustard.
Bandit: No French Wine.
Dylan: Right. That's it. I'm going to eat their plants!

(Joe is feeling much better today and is eating well.
It's a lovely morning so it has to be this song again)

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