"'s what I've been sayin' all along! I'mma have to pound it into your head," complained Katchoo, struggling into her pants both legs at a time (and three toes temporarily snagged in the knee-rip). "TOLD YOU ABOUT THE PEEPEE BRAIN, FRANCIE."

She wasn't too nice to reiterate that part.

Darcy was probably giving herself (and whatever hapless house staff happened to be in the vicinity) such a headache right now.