“A couple of mine are gone,” meowed Barney.
“Mine too,” added Casey.
“Dat stoopid Hank got mine too,” the Mayor yowled, looking really annoyed. The rest of the Trouties nodded and swished tails. No kitty liked to lose their whiskers but I don’t have to tell any of you that! That’s just one of those things that’s flat-out obvious.
Smokey could tell one of hers was gone but what was she really going to do about it? What were all of them going to do? I mean, seriously? Glue them back on, maybe? Or sue Hank? Well…
“I gonna get dat hippo,” the Mayor meowed.
Casey looked at him skeptically. “How are you gonna do that, tough guy?”
The Mayor didn’t appreciate the skepticism. “I gots connections, Casey Cat, that yous had.”
Casey bristled at this statement. “You’re a big, bag of furry wind.”
“Well, youz got all dat fur hangin’ to the floor,” he meowed back.
Smokey wasn’t going to put up with this again. “Would you two knock it off!” she yowled. “This is stupid.”