What is wrong with you, Saffron. What's wrong?
I repeat, what the mousie mousin' mouses is WRONG?
What? What's that, Saffy? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
Nope, don't bother to answer if you're answerin' like that. I mean, I DO WANT you to answer my question, of course, but only if the answer is an actual answer; and not some stupid ol' I'm-too-tired-to-answer-you-Sivvers-because-I'm-so-very-very-tired. Because answerin' with a you're-too-tired-to-answer, answer, IS NO KINDA ANSWER AT ALL.
What? What's that, Saffron? What's that you're babblin' on about NOW?
WELL OF COURSE you're exhausted. I can see why you would be. I mean, you've been racin' around the house like a mad somethin' or other, dashin' here and there, tearin' around inside the inner tube nest Santa brought last Christmas, going 'round and 'round and 'round in there.
And I don't even know how you fit.
The few times you stopped racin' around, you did so only to reach under the chesterfield and start pawin' at imaginary dust bunnies.
At least I hope they were imaginary.
But back to the topic at paw. I can totally see why you'd be momentarily exhausted or rather, exhausted at this moment in time. What I wanna know is WHY you've been doin' what you've been doin' to get so exhausted. Why you've been racin' around the house in the first place. Why you've been racin' here and there and practically everywhere. And why you've been whackin' the chesterfield, tryin' to whack it bits.
I wanna know that sorta thing.
And I wanna know...
Oh my mouses.
OH MY MOUSES!
SAFFY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SAMPLIN' THE NEW NIP.
WELL HAVE YOU?
Methinks I grew this year's crop way too strong.
Nah, strong will do. As in potent. As in...
SAFFRON! Stop racin' around the house right now, you hear?
Of course you don't. How can you possibly hear me when you're dashin' here, there, and everywhere; faster than the speed of sound.
Next he'll be climbin' the walls.
Well that's gone and done it. The wall-climbin' ship has set sail, for sure.
SAFFRON, GET DOWN!!!
Saffy, walls aren't meant for climbin'. Leaves marks, you see, and Peepers sees the marks and freaks out about 'em and then...
Gosh darn it. I really need to do somethin' to weaken that nip.
Remember to mask up, too.