Uh Mason, that's the wrong word.
FYI, your sayin' it louder doesn't actually make it right. It's still the wrong word.
STILL the wrong word, Mason. Hiyahs are for karate and stuff. What you want is a word more suitable for kick-boxin'.
Okay, okay! You don't have to experiment with it on me. I suppose hi-yah might work for kick boxin', too. MOUSES!
I SAID, don't be kick boxin' me!
Lookie here, Mason. It's bad enough you've been kickin' the peeps with those hind legs of yours and stuff, but kickin' the brothers is simply not to be done. It is unacceptable, for sure. It is...
What the mouses are you doin', Mason? I told you: NO KICK BOXIN' ME!
You keep that up and I'm gonna start kick-boxin' you.
Mason, the thing is...
Well the thing is, when Peep #1 goes to rub your tummy, and you give her the ol' hind-legs-let-me-show-you-who's-boss ba-ba-ba-boom, the peep is very unlikely to do anythin' in return. It's not like she's gonna bunny kick you back or anythin'. I mean, she might say somethin' like, don't do that, but she's likely to follow it up with a sweetie or honey or some other goofball, sickly-sweet term of endearment. And let's face it, she's not likely to do ANYTHIN' that's actually gonna make you stop. Oh sure, she might take her arm away so that you can't reach it anymore, but odds are, minutes later, she'll be back, ticklin' your tummy again. She's pretty slow on the uptake 'bout these things, you see. Yup, slow as a tortoise on crutches, for sure.
But let me tell you somethin', Mason: IF YOU GIVE ME the ol' hind-legs-let-me-show-you-who's-boss ba-ba-ba-boom, THAT'S A TOTALLY DIFFERENT MATTER. It's a totally different matter, for sure. 'Cause me? I'm gonna respond. And not with just a little scoldin', either. No Ma'am, I'm gonna respond with a let-ME-show-YOU-who's-REALLY-in-charge. So...
So you see, kick boxin' me is not the wisest of moves a sister like you might make, and...
Oh for the love of mouses. Seriously, Mason? SERIOUSLY?
Oh Mason, my dearest of sisters dear, keep that up and I'm gonna introduce you to the smacky-paw of all smacky-paws, for sure, and...
Mason! That's it. Now you've done it. Mason? Meet my paw. Paw? Meet my sister, Mason. And now that the pleasantries of the introductions are over...
'Nough of this nicey-nice gentlemanly behaviour on my part. 'Nough of the warnings, too. Mason, do you know what I'm about to do?
Well do you?
Do YOU know what I'M a gonna do?
That's it. Mason, I'm gonna go tell on you.
Peepers, Mason is bein' mean to me.