Sun-day ant-icks

Dr Tweety: "Dis iz gettin' to be kinda a rooteen aroundz here. Onlee gettin' to blogz once a week.

I yam purr-fectlee dis-gusted. Da momee iz so lazee dats she evfun doez a schedooled dee-ploy. Ptooey! Doubull hairballz.

& justee looks at da mess around here. No-one (da Momee!) haz evfun changed da tabull clothee frum Christ-Mouse to nor-mal.

Delilah??? I tinks you better gets da broom & da mop outta da clozet. Momee haz gone AWOL."

Delilah: "No way Uncle Dr Tweety! I am not going to clean house. I don't care if the mess rolls down the hill. It's bad enough that we are bored, but house cleaning? Forget about it!"

Dr Tweety: "Okeedokee itty bitty poppit. Tellz you what, why don'ts we cooks up some mousie pie. Wouldz you like dat?"

Delilah: "Oh yes! Hooray! Mousie pie for every cat! But where are we going to get the mousies?"

Dr Tweety: "Let's go ask Iris... she'z da hunter of da fambly. I bet she can help us out. Iris honey??? Iz you dere?"

Iris: "Oh! I think I see some mousies now! Out in the front yard! Quick.. let's go!"

Delilah: (((Huffing and puffing))) "I ran all the way out here, and I don't see any mousies. And besides, where's Maxi? I thought he was supposed to help out with those super duper paws of his."

Maximillian: "Oh no you don't. I am not going to involve my regal self with hunting. I just arrived back from Burma from a horrific assignment. I am not stirring from this chair for anything! Except maybe to day dream about my gorgeous Orange Queen Kellie."

Auntie Stinkie: "Well I can help Iris. I may not be able to see, but I think I can still smell mousies. Is that one underneath the stairs?
Delilah? Can you come here and help me whap a rodent or two?"

Delilah: (((Mutters to herself))) "What is this? Am I expected to do everything here? Clean, cook, and hunt mousies?"

Iris: "Delilah.. you like to eat mousie pie don't you? Well, the time has come to leave no stone, and no board unturned. Mousies are hard to catch this time of year."

Delilah: (((grumbling))) "If you insist Iris. But I really would rather just eat the mousie pie."

Iris: "Just remember Missy D, there is no pie without the hunt!"

Dr Tweety: "Well dis iz takin' a itty bitty bit longer denz I egg-speckled. Mebbe we otta change horsez in da creek & makes bananner bread. I tinks a nice nip nanner in da oevfun wouldz make dis day goez a itty bitty better."

Iris: "Look, I don't care if you want to make banana bread or mousie pie. Just as long as we get it done pronto. Is the micro okay for mousie pie?"

Maximillian: "Aaaaaaaarrrrrgghh! Don't get that mousie pie any where near the microwave!!! Does the word 'explosion' mean anything to you all?"

Narrator: And so dear readers, the moral of this story is: Never let the Fab Five become bored on a Sunday. Unless of course, you are partial to panic.

Dr Tweety: "Panic??? Who saidz any ting abouts panikin. Dat iz PICNICK. We iz havfun a P-I-C-N-I-K."

Narrator: I knew that! Picnic! The moral of the story is, to picnic on mousie pie.

Dr Tweety: "Muchee better."