Dr Tweety: "Dis iz a sad state of affairzez. Da momee here haz put us cats to work! It's Tweety dis & Tweety dat, & 'Lilah dis & Maximillian dat! What haz dis world come to?!!!"
Maximillian: "No kidding Tweet. I cannot visit the lovely Kellie, or even work for my security job. No, it's water this and water that, and don't forget to weed the flower beds."
Delilah: "Well I am not going to be caught furless hauling around that stupid hose! Angus has probably given up on me for good. And what if I break a nail doing hard labor??? What then??"
Maximillian: "Okay, the only real remedy to this situation is to act stupid and lazy. Iris? Delilah? Sniff around the weeds and pretend like you don't see them in the basil patch."
Iris: "If mommy thinks I am going to any more sweat labor around here, she has another think coming. I am through!"
Dr Tweety: "Yup.. dat iz all foks! No more cat labor. No more sweatin' fur ballzez so dat momee canz ignore our blog & play like she iz a farmer. I yam toadally dis-gusted."
Delilah: "But Uncle Tweety, if we all quit, then mommy's new business might fail, and then we'll never be able to blog again!"