Brianna Faire, the General's only daughter, eyes Joe Hasbro, her assigned escort. "Worry, worry, worry - Foo! The climb isn't dangerous.""Bri, your Daddy said I'm supposed to stay on top of you."
"Hah! You wish!"
"BRIAN-N-AAAA! - Your gloves - too SLICK! - I c-can't-"
"Let GO of me, Joe Hasbro, you overstuffed shirt!"
William Willoughby gives her an extra squeeze. "Thought you'd never get loose from Joe Meathead. Best mount up. They'll hold our reservations at Limberlost Bed and Breakfast til six."
"Hear what, old boy? How you let his daughter slip through your fingers? Now there's a meeting worth seeing..."
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She loses her footing.
"Nice Catch, Will! Got down here as fast I could."
Joe peers over the edge. "You there, Willoughby! The General will hear of this!" 
