Okay, the healthy 'snakes' got me hooked lizstraw.
How about this for ugh?
Cleaverly, Cleo Chantilly daringly dangled her red-green silky scarf over the weathered grey-ish--green-ish balcony railing, hoping to catch the fleeting attention of Ricky Redondo, the dreamy, spanish-accented, bull-fighter-in-training, who had just moved into the rambling, 50's-style, white-with-green-trim bungalow where the Johnson twins used to live, but thinking of those two blonde, body-builder bookends and their sudden disappearances right now wouldn't solve her problem. Only her new bare-chested, bronze neighbor could get her unstuck from the squeaky-clean sliding glass door. Of course, she'd have to put the scarf back on first.