Now me, Peepers. Now me!
It's MY turn, Peepers. It's my turn. MAKE ONE FOR ME.
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
What do you MEAN what am I babblin' on about now? I'm not the one babblin'. YOU'RE the one who's babblin'.
As usual, I might add.
MOUSES!
Peepers, Peepers, Peepers... Peepers, it's a well known fact that you're the babblin' babbler around here. You babble on about this and that, and then that and this, and then often this and that all over again. Why, your name is even mentioned in the dictionary.
What? No, that can't be right. Hold that thought.
*sound of a cat's paws rapidly riffling through the pages of a book*
Now that's odd. I was sure your name was mentioned in the definition of babblin'.
MOUSES!
But no matter, none of that is of any importance right now. What I wanna know is: when are you gonna make one of those necklaces for me?
What?
But Saffy said...
Peepers, Saffy Saffron Sassifras TOLD ME that you made a necklace for him.
Yup, that's what he said. He said you made one just for him.
Now I want one, too.
Only fair thing to do.
MOUSES!
Well, yeah. I know Saffy doesn't wear necklaces. And I know I don't, either. But if Saffy has one, whether he wears it or not, I want one too. You can't be givin' prezzies to one of us and not the other. That's just not right, Peepers. It's not right at all.
Wait a minute.
So you're sayin'...
So you're sayin', you didn't make a necklace for Saffron?
Hmmm...
You sayin' my brother is lyin'?
Hmmm...
OH, so you joked with him 'bout makin' a necklace. A necklace just for him. One he could wear just like a collar, with a pretty little GPS trackin' pendant attached, and...
WAIT A MINUTE.
A WHAT?
It was a collar you were suggestin'? A COLLAR?
LIKE SOMETHIN' WORN BY A DOG?
MOUSES!
Well, that bein' the case, you and Saffy can keep your supid ol' ugly necklace collars to yourselves. I'm wantin' NOTHIN' to do with any of that.
As a matter of fact, Peepers, why don't YOU wear a necklace with a GPS trackin' pendant 'round YOUR neck? It would make life a lot easier for me. I could be gettin' into to all sorts of mischief, knowin' you're not anywhere near, and then be all like mister-total-innocence-just-havin'-a-nap when I see you're soon to return.
If I were a cat who ever got into mischief, that is.
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
