The three wee-uns scuttlin' around like wild boars!

The lil' un ran 'bout ta place with his ead in the blueness. The Norn iriiish sun makin im cowl!

((Do we have to talk all Norn Iron here??))

"Well Matty whabou'ya?" 'Olly said, "Am so scundered the day mate."

"wha? Why? wha the ell appened? Part from your situation anythin else the crck this mighty day?"

"The criac's very little mate, vury little, but fookawayaff, what you on babez?" 'Olly asked, confuzzed.

Natalie dandered in.
"Well...wha' a-bout yees..." she blambed.

"Aww'rite Nat?" 'Olly said, "We're na'too bad, na'too bad, S'criac wit' y'?"

"Na banter a' all baiis...well...wat de yee wan-ta do?" Natalie asked.

"I dunn' care," 'Olly said, "W' could go fer a dander? Arreet?"

"Aye," said Natalie, "sure w' can take a wee dander abou'."

"Gud gud," 'Olly said, and started till' dander 'bout the place.
"You goin' out the night?" she asked Natalie.

"Nah...just stayin home wi' me ma and da and watchin tee-vee..." said Natalie, "you shi-tein abou' the place anywhere the night?"

"Awwwk yer ma and da are LEGUND's," 'Olly said, "Ayee I reckon I'll luh' go out thee night, maaybe hit a few pubs or summat."

"Aye....sure you'll get your wee self p***ed and 'ave a wee bit 'o craic..." said Natalie.

"Dont'a'always?" 'Olly asked, "It's a laugh sure."

"Sure tis..." said Natalie.

"I hear that there wee girl... whodoyacaller? Emm ... thingymcgigger .... y'know?"
This was accompained by the usual hand gestures we do.

"Yerself?" Natalie blabbed, "is it yee 'Olly!"

"I dunno," 'Olly said, "Laak, I dunno who I was talkin' bout summon..... Dunno lah..."

"Oh aye big lawd..." said Natalie.

"Maybe eh' was me I wuz talkin' abou'," 'Olly said thoughtfully, "Movin' on luh, me ma's gonna' kill muh' if 'um late again, you comin' round the night Nat?"

"Aye...sure will...jus' need ter get The Marra a babysitter for the night..." said Natalie.

"Oooh aye, The'Marra's a legund liek.....Who's her da again? Oh no, she don't gotta da does shu'?"

"Nah...she's like...all me own...the da is a potion lyke...so..." said Natalie.

"All yer own?" 'Olly asked, "Tha's laah. ... sick, I dunn' even wannah noo lah."

"it's nah sick..." said Natalie in a wee voice.