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"Awwww." Randy cooed and nuzzled her. "I bet we could manage... But they's another dance contest comin' up 'round here that I know we can beat."

Meanwhile, Deedee and Mary jumped and twirled about each other with equal enthusiasm, though their style was mixed with Schickelgruber influence. Back on their planet of origin, long before humans had ever gotten around to inventing their version of swing jazz, music and dancing which bore a striking similarity had been a favorite of Deedee's and Mary's. When they weren't in the laboratory--and sometimes when they were--they had often danced in such a fashion. Now the fusion of styles offered them a wide variety of moves to fit the sound, though it never struck either of them as being anything but their usual fun.