
Kid, you're botherin' me! You see me tryin' to snooze.
Yea, yea, I know. But look!
Don't feel like lookin,' Kid. Just tell me what's got your whiskers whistlin'-
Tommy's got a sack of treats. Those good crunchy kind!
WHAT?
Yea, but Tommy's ain't opened em yet. We gotta get em!
Gotcha Kid. For once I'm listenin' to you. Go on.
Maybe if you play with my tail. Tommy will melt 'cause she likes that cute goo and..
Tommy will think I've lost MY mind. She's knows I can't stand you!
Hey, Mommy says you do too stand me. You're up here aren't you?
Had my back to ya, until you started yappin'!
Well, yea, but Mommy said...
Well, Kid, I say, we use our cat-o-listic fabulous mystical magical powers
To land those tasty eat em all up treasure o' treats!
We should, Perry?
Yep, we should, Kid. In the words of Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Engage low beam lasers!
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>OK, we watch a little Star Trek: Next Generation and Tommy has a thing for Jean-Luc Picard and besides we're cats-that's how we roll. .