Everybody
couldn’t wait to see Hank and Fuzzy was especially interested in finding out if
he had any luck with finding that big old white BURD. But Hank really wasn’t in the mood to talk
about his wild owl-ting as a meow of fact, he was too busy dreaming about
Fiona.
Oh my god….
Hank has a crush on Fiona the hippo????
Who would’ve ever guessed?
Like any good paw-ty though, it had to
end and the gang was left with one important question: Now, what?
Personally, Fuzzy was dreaming about Florida. Unlike those stupid, idiotic humans in Major
League Baseball the Meow Baseball League didn’t lockout. They like their fans and they would do
anything to make them happy. Surprised
that Fuzzy was so into baseball? Well,
you shouldn’t be. After all, her stepdad
was the ultimate fan and the great Casey taught the Fuzz well.
But Sammy the jaguar had other ideas.
“You have to help me,” he growled out
to Fuzzy. “I have a problem back home.”
Now, Fuzzy wasn’t sure what to think
about this now. After all, it took
forever to get it out of the kid that he wanted to go to Fiona’s birthday
paw-ty…
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