Flyin', Fryin', suFFerin' succotash...
MOUSES!
Whew! There's nothin' to worry 'bout here, after all. Just the peep cookin'.
*whisssstttt!*
FOR MOUSIN' OUT LOUD, PEEPERS IS COOKIN'!
Hey Peepers! Whatcha doin' over there by the stove, and why are....
*whisssstttt!*
I SAID, WHY ARE THOSE THINGS YOU'RE COOKIN' FLYIN' OUT OF THE PAN?
*WHISSSSTTT!*
Mouses, Peepers, BE CAREFUL! That last one nearly clipped me in the ear.
And by the way, what was that thing that flew past me so closely that it nearly clipped me in the ear?
Hmmm... Now what's this on the floor? It's small. It's red. It's... Huh, methinks I have found a cranberry.
A CRANBERRY?
WHAT THE MOUSES ???
Peepers, why are you...
*WHISSSSTTTT!*
I SAID, WHY ARE YOU THROWIN' FLAMIN' CRANBERRIES ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR?
Okay, so they're not actually flamin', but they are flying 'round the kitchen like teeny-tiny Roombas attached to teleportation devices.
You're what?
YOU'RE WHAT?
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP THERE, PEEPERS. I THINK THAT LAST FLYIN' FRYIN' SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASHIN' CRANBERRY DID CLIP ME IN THE EAR!
Oh.
OH...
So you're makin' cranberry sauce with fresh, locally grown, Nova Scotia cranberries, you say. And the cranberries pop like poppin' popcorn when first bein' cooked and...
*WHISSSSTTTT!*
Okay Peepers, enough is enough I SAID, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! That last cranberry came way too close to me for comfort, for sure. There's to be no more watchin' of cookin' shows, for you, dear Peep. I SAID, NO MORE WATCHIN' OF COOKIN' SHOWS FOR YOU!
*WHISSSSTTTT!*
Awww.... MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
