“It waz supposeds to be in English you dumb kitty!” the Mayor yowled, crinkling up the paper into a big ball and throwing it at him. It bounced off his head. “You iz da one whos probably didz dat!”
“You’re stoned on catnip!” yowled Casey giving him a look that sent somewhat of a chill down Smokey’s back. “Don’t ever hit me again!” he warned.
“Why youz arrogant, stuck-up, pun-“ the Mayor tried to charge at Casey but Daisy pulled his tail back.
“You calms down,” she meowed. “Don’ts you worries bepaws we don’t really needs dat list!”
“Meeee-huh?” They both asked.
Daisy gave both of them a look of pure disgust. “Come on boys, can’t you hear?”
The Mayor and Casey were literally brain dead for about two seconds but off in a distance all of them heard roars. The second that happened, both became excited. “Holy meows!” Casey yowled. “We found one!”
The Mayor was excited but a little skeptical, “You really thinks so?”
Before anyone could say anything, a familiar voice said, “Yep, you kitties found one!”