Curl Up in the Hay

I think this ridiculous baby/fawn mix-up is still going on, but the Washington Post is so bored/disgusted/apathetic to it all that it won't even show me what's going on anymore:

So instead, I'm just going to write the dialogue so far and see just how hilarious this has become, even without the benefit of Frank Bolle's classic illustrations! Where will it rank in terms of timeless comedy bits? Are we in in the realm of the "Dead Parrot" skit, or merely "Who's on First"? I'll update this post when we come to the sure-to-be-hysterical conclusion.

Tina: Yoo-hoo, Carol—oh, good, you're still here!
Carol: Yes, Tina... (sigh) I'm still here.
Tina: Word has it that Jack is on one of his crazy streaks.
Carol: Someone is pulling your leg, Tina.
Tina: I have it from a good source, Carol. We both know that Jack is unpredictable.
Carol: (probably questioning what the hell sources she's got, there are like two people in this town) Your source is mistaken, Tina.
Tina: It's okay, Carol. You don't have to pretend everything is fine. I'm here for you, dear.
Carol: (demon faced) I have no idea what you are talking about.
Suddenly...
Carol: Oh, Tommie's here. Tina, have you met Jack's assistant?
Tina: Um, no. I haven't, Carol.

Here's where the hilarity really ramps up. Hold on to your hats guys.

Tommie: Don't mind me—I'm just getting milk for baby.
Tina: How exciting! I just adore babies, don't I, Carol!
Carol: (totally delighted face)
Tina: (coy) How old is you darling child, dear?
Tommie: Call me Tommie. The baby is four months old, Tina.
Tina: Like I always say, Carol—the joy of motherhood is the greatest joy of all!
Carol: (unexpectedly dejected) Right, Tina. Especially if you have a nanny.
Tina: May I see your baby, Tommie?
Tommie: Oh sure, Tina. Lily must be around here somewhere.
Tina: You're joking, right?
Tommie: My Lily is quite active, Tina.
Tina: Now you're just being silly, Tommie. Everyone knows a four-month-old can't crawl!
Tommie: Just wait and see.
Tina: Where is Lily?
Tommie: Probably in the barn--she loves to curl up in the hay.
Tina: You can't be serious, Tommie! Carol, say something!!
Carol: Say something about what, Tina?
Tina: Okay, Tommie—you and Carol are both crazy!
Tommie: I hear footsteps‐here comes Lily!
Tina: Lily is a deer?!!
Tommie: Oh, did I forget to mention that, Tina?
Tina: If this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny, Tommie!
Tommie: Carol is laughing, Tina.
Carol: (hardly present, recalling happier times, perhaps)
Tina: You two witches can go to... well you know where!!
Carol: Bye-bye, Tina.

My only wish is that this hilarity lasts forever. Or at least until I die. Which if I'm lucky should be in about 70 years. I plan to live to be 100. And read about this hilarity every day of my life.