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TRIXIE: Mr. Montana, it’s so great to have you aboard. 
KANSAS: Yes it is, sweetheart (he takes and kisses her hand as Trixie melts) and you can call me Kansas. (noticing Nettie staring at him, Kansas walks over to Tommy and Nettie) And who is this pretty young thing?
TOMMY: (harshly) That would be my wife. 
NETTIE: (timidly) Annette. 
KANSAS: (ignoring Tommy’s glare and taking Nettie’s hand) What a beautiful name for such an attractive woman. It is wonderful to meet you, Annette. (turning to Tommy) You’re a lucky guy! (Kansas quickly turns to the Doo-Wop Girls who are now sitting on the two benches downstage right) C’mon, let’s get a move on. We’ve got a rehearsal in less than an hour. Oh, yes (turning back to Trixie), these are my Doo-Wop Girls, Daisea and Erica. 
TRIXIE: (still in awe) If you could wait just a minute, Mr. Montana, (giggling, so excited that she is on a first name basis) I mean Kansas, I know the captain will want to meet you. He’s supposed to be down here in just a bit. 
KANSAS: I suppose I can wait. (turning to the Doo-Wop Girls) You two can take our stuff up to the cabins. I’ll be up after I meet the captain. 
TRIXIE: We have porters that can take the luggage for them. 
KANSAS: That’s a nice offer, um . . . I didn’t get your name. 
TRIXIE: Trixie. 
KANSAS: Beautiful name, doll, but don’t worry about the Girls. They enjoy helping me out like that. (the Girls roll their eyes in disgust as Trixie giggles)

(Daisea and Erica remain seated as there is a sudden “whoop” of joy from Elroy as the Cushenberry family enters. They are dressed in mismatched outfits. They are carrying luggage and a single metal bucket each possibly monogrammed in duct tape with their initials. Roy Boy is carrying a fishing pole. They speak as they climb the gangplank downstage center. Everyone else just stares in disbelief.)

ELROY: Woo doggies! Would ya luk at this! 
ELLIE MAE: I ain’t never seen nuthin’ so beeg Mamma! 
LIZA JANE: Yes, Ellie Mae. It’s what they call a crews ship cause it takes lots o crews ta make it run good. 
ROY BOY: I wantsta go fishing! 
BOY ROY: Pappa - where’s the outhouse? I gotsta go already. 
LIZA JANE: We’ll findya the outhouse once we get up there. 
ELROY: (He arrives at the top of the gangplank, clearly winded and walks right up to Trixie whose mouth is hanging open). Boyoboy - that ramp ya got there’s just like trying to climb a muddy hill with three flat tars and a trailer load of fertilizer! 
TRIXIE: (Breaking out of her stupor and looking down her list) And, who are you? 
ELROY: The name’s Elroy Cushenberry the Third. (he leans in a whispers) The Third don’t mean nothin’ - I just added it to sound more fancy-like. (standing up and speaking loudly) And this here’s my wife Liza Jane Cushenberry, my daughter Ellie Mae, my son Roy Boy and my youngest son Boy Roy. Show ‘em your muscles Boy Roy. He’s a strong one, let me tell ya. When he burps - you can hear it in the next county - ain’t that right?
BOY ROY: (showing his muscles) Yes, pappa. Want me to show ‘em? 
ELROY: Not in front of the lady folk. 
ROY BOY: (pulling worms out of his bucket and showing them to Elroy) Ya thinks I can catch one of dem sharks with these? 
ELROY: Oh, yeah - thems plenty big! 
TRIXIE: (still looking at her clipboard) Oh, here you are. You’re the family who won the contest. 
LIZA JANE: That’s us, alrighty. I was just fryin’ up my regga ler Saturday night liver and sardines when I found the winning label right thar on the can. It was right inside the label. In fact, I saved it (she pulls out a tattered label, everyone shies away), beginnin’ to smell a bit but we ain’t throwin’ it away.