Hank v. Walrus

 

        “I had to get the hat back to Santa,” Hank answered.

          “I would’ve done it,” Johnny said.

          Hank didn’t say anything but he wasn’t stopping.  “Dude!”  Fuzzy yowled.  “Calm down.  We’ll get to Santa!”

          The second she meowed, they literally ran into a group of walruses who were, literally, right in the middle of their path.  “Bloody hell!”  Mike meowed.  “I can’t believe it!”

          Paw-viously, the walruses made Hank stop and he wasn’t happy about it.  “Dudes!”  He bellowed.  “Get out of the way!”

          These walruses weren’t budging due to the fact that they were tired from a long trip from Europe.  “Go home you fat hippo,” the biggest walrus.  “You shouldn’t even be up here.”

          “Hey!”  one of the walruses called out.  “Isn’t he wearing Santa’s hat?”

          This wasn’t sounding good!  “Hank!  Hank, back up!”  yowled Fuzzy.

          “I’m taking that Santa hat back!”  announced one of the walruses, yanking it from Hank’s head. 

          “You can’t do that!”  yowled Paws. 

          Meanwhile, Hank went nuts.  He went into charge mode.  “Hank!!”  yowled Fuzzy.  “You can’t go after the walruses!”