RC and Tottsky
Royal
and Cilla
Ripple and Lucy
Playful
Magik and Rosie
RC:
Did yu make doze stars shine just fur me, Tottsky?
Tottsky: I sure did
RC, dey sparkles in yus eyes.
RC: Yu so romantical Tottsky. tehee
Royal:
I tought we was comin out here ta haff some
time by ourselbes Cilla.
Look like da ofur tomz had
da same idea.
Cilla: Dat ok Royal,
dis is furry romantical. I'ze just
happy ta be wiff mew.
Royal:
Yea gads! Dere da Lucy. a tomz caint get no
time way furom
his sisfur.
Ripple: I seez yu brofur ober dere Lucy, lets go talk
ta
him.
Lucy: Oh noo Ripple, I was tryin ta get away furom him.
His
manners be owfur, he not refined like yu, my luffs.
Playful: Oh I knows
all bout dat Lucy, I'z gonna purrtend
I dont know Tux neifur.
Mew shuldz see him eat.
Lucy and Playful (togefur): Brofurs!
Magik:
wowsers Rosie, yu looks all growed up in dat
dress. And dat my fafurite
color too.
Rosie: Tank mew Magik, yu is makin quite da
impurression in
dat suit also.
