Ok (all) egos. I have but one thing to say to you.... Be Our guEST BE Our gUEsT puT ouR sErviCe tO ThE TEst!
(You didn’t ask for this, but I WILL NOT pass up an opportunity when I see it…)
Amy walks into the dining room at Ego Inc. looking around for her purse. She could’ve sworn she left it lying around here somewhere… It’s getting late, and already the sun is setting out the window. The Egos are nowhere to be seen, either, and Amy is beginning to get frustrated, that is, until the music starts…
Mark, dressed in a suit no less, steps into the room, a towel draped over one arm. “Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight!” Doc and Ed appear at her sides suddenly. “And now we invite you to relax, lets up pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents…” Amy is seated quickly as the two Ego scurry out. She stares up at Mark, mouth wide in shock, but he only beams at her. “Your dinner,” he gestures and in come the Egos, all dressed as waiters as well with silver dishes balanced carefully on their fingers.
Mark begins to sing the rest of the song as the Egos serve her. “Be our guest; be our guest. Put our service to the test!”
Wilford bows at the hip, offering her a napkin and singing, “Tie your napkin ‘round your neck, Cherie, and we’ll provide the rest.” Then as the other Egos bring her food, “Soup du jour, hot hors d’oeuvres. Why, we only live to serve!” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, Wilford hooks a thumb at a deadpan Darkiplier. “Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!” He spins away from Amy as she laughs.
Bim Trimmer leaps onto one end of the table, dancing lightly on his toes. “We can sing; we can dance! After all miss, this is France! And a dinner here is never second best.” He hands her a folded piece of cardstock. “Go on, unfold your menu. Take a glance and then you’ll be our guest, oui our guest. Be our guest!”
They do the entire song with acting and a few moments where even they burst into a fit of giggles, but Amy just shines with pride and joy at all of her boys. At the end, they all take a bow as Host scuttles over and places a candelabra on the table in front of her. Amy smiles at all of them. She even manages a sympathetic smirk at Dark. “Well, are you all just going to stand there, or are we going to eat?”
The Egos rush to find a seat at the table, but they leave one empty beside Amy for Mark. She grabs him as he tries to sit and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “You’re a dork, and I love you.” With that, they sit and enjoy the meal together.
(That made me smile so hard when I wrote it that my cheeks hurt!)