Sunday night in da Ozarks....

major...."This is the bestest present of all!"

ollie...."I'm sure glad that you broke into the box of secret pal presents."

major...."Do you think the biped will be mad?"

crash, bam, boom!

ollie...."Nah she'll never notice...."

(((i'm sure there's no way she'll notice the piles of hair that you've pulled out from around/under the fridge.,,never mind she just spent an hour moping the kitchen floor.)



smudge...."Dang the last mouse is almost life like."

ollie...."Yeah, but I like the little pink and purple mice. They're a lot nippier. I'm not sure I'm into the animated ones, this one even squeeks."

major...."Come on you two! It already got away from you before. Pay ATTENTION!"

more crashes and booms....



ollie...."They musta put super batteries in that thing. It hasn't started slowing down."

smudge...."Wow did you see it run up the wall? How cool was that?!!"

ollie...."The major wapped it just as it reached the counter top."

major....runs to other side of fridge...."Ok you guys, get ready. This time it's coming your way!"

Wap, bang, sound of pounding kitty feet...."



major...."MOVE IT! Get it!"

biped...."OH SHOOT,,,,GET THe MOUSE!"

smuge...."Mouse? I didn't see a mouse.. Where's the mouse?"

ollie...."There it is... Boy it sure can move. Thats a Nascar mouse."

major...."Wow, look at the biped with the broom."

ollie...."Hey she just swept Junior out the back door."

major...."Look, she's putting your pink Nippie mice back in da box."

smudge..."Party pooper!"