Well, guess what? It got weird.
Did any of you ever try to picture cats dancing before this? No- well, don’t feel bad- I didn’t either. To be purr-fectly honest the gang never thought of it before now. Meee-ow, it seems like the word ‘contest’ definitely motivated everyone!
Cats in a dance contest brings images of hooked tails and twitching whiskers which means Hank and Toni on the floor should be one meow of a thing to see. Now, I know what you’re thinking- despite the fact that most couldn’t wait to see them- you’d think a couple of smart-alecky cats would try to get them disqualified but there was literally nothing in the rule book saying that Toni couldn’t dance with a hippo!
Hank was as cool as a cucumber. “We’ve got this covered,” he announced. “Don’t worry.”
Toni’s overall excitement was now a bunch of nerves. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” she meowed.
He gave her a head bump. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.
Toni was in meow-shock over the head bump. “What was that for?”
“That’s part of the routine, kid!” Hank announced.
Toni was confused at this point and meee-ow the wait was driving her crazy! There was all kinds dancing going on- slow, jazzy, rock, tango?
Wait a meow-minute!
Who in the meow could be doing a tango?
Well, here’s a surprise. The Mayor and Darlene showed up. It was paw-mazing really bepaws it was all over the place that they were so obsessed with each other that who knew if they would ever be seen again. The thing was- who in the meow knew that the Mayor could dance let alone do the tango.
Just stop and think about it. The Mayor was out there with a little hottie, doing the tango.