The
kitties watched Hank roll around like the big, goofy drunk hippo that he
was. Poor Fuzzy plopped on her butt and
just twitched her whiskers. How in the
meow were they supposed to snap Hank out of this?
After about 10 minutes, Hank sat up as
calm as can be. It was like that drunk
laugh fit didn’t exist!!! “What are you
cats looking at?” he asked.
The whiskers were in override by this
point. “What in the meow is the matter
with you?” asked Paws. “What did you act so goofy for?”
Hank made one of those weird noises
that meant he didn’t take the question to seriously. “You kitties are a bunch of goofs. How about we quit the questions, get out of
this ice box and head for the beach!”
hank....best eye dea we haz hurd in a looong time dood...therz 90 feetz oh snow on de ground and de tempz like 90 bee low zee roe !!!
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Now that sounds like a plan
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