Hank Says...

          Hank looked surprisingly well-rested which is kind of shocking considering what the gang just went though.  He also looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.  His eyes were huge and he was sweating. 

          Fuzzy was stunned.  “What are you doing here?  I thought you were on vacation?”

          “We’re going to Florida!”  Tippy announced happily, imagining himself on a surfboard like his late stepdad.

          Hank shook his head.  “No,” he answered.  “You guys have to come with me.”

          Paws started fuming.  “No way!!!  We want to go to Florida to see the beaches and the baseball games!”

          Hank stomped his feet which calmed the kitties down immediately.  It was no wonder really, considering his foot stomping sounded like a miniature earthquake.  “You have to come with me to Australia,” he said, “and we have to go NOW!!!”