Frank—It isn’t Friday, either. It’s Wednesday.
Derf—’Tis Fiday. Spankety Man’s a-coming.
Alice—But it was Wednesday a few minutes ago, and we haven’t been to bed yet.
Ecila—What’s that got to do with it?
Alice—Why, it’s got to be night before it’s another day, hasn’t it?
Ecila—Not in Topsy Turvy Land. What a strange country you must live in! Here we jumble our days up more. We don’t go by rules; we hate them. We have a lot of days together, and then, when we get sleepy enough, we have a few nights.
Frank—But Thursday has to come before Friday, doesn’t it?
Knarf—Why should it have to? Things don’t go by rule here. And it is Friday, for here comes the Spankety Man.
(Spankety Man enters, sets down bag, and takes out an assortment of spankers, which he lays out on the floor.)
Spankety Man—(to Frank) Good Friday, Sir. I believe we haven’t met before. Any parents or grand-parents?