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I decided to add more.
TYRANT T. TABBY: (Yells) HEY! HEY, FATTY! FATTY DING-DONGS, OR WHAT EVER YOO (Caterwauling instead of guitar riff censoring the expletive) CALL YERSELF...GIT IN HERE!
(The mangled body of Fat Kid from 'Fat Kid At the Deth Harmonic' enters. The tyrannical tabby flashes a Cheshire Cat-like evil grin.)
TYRANT T. TABBY: (To Fat Kid) HUNG-GREE?!!!! (Looks at the Noelly Rolly Kittens, who are acting absolutely cute...and then directs his evil kitty-kitty intentions back to the former foster foundling.) DIN-DIN!
(Fat Kid squeals and races like a mad bull toward the now frightened furry-purries.)
NOELLY ROLLY KITTENS: (Mewing pitifully; sobbing as if they're abandoned by the side of the road-and inside a tied up potato sack) NOOOO! YOO CAN'T EET US!!!!
TYRANT T. TABBY: (In a sing-song voice to the Noelly Rolly Kittens) WHY????
NOELLY ROLLY KITTENS: WE'RE KUTE!!!!
TYRANT T. TABBY: (Cruelly laughs) "CUTE?" (LOUD voice) "CUTE?!!!!" (Evil, evil laughter)
NOELLY ROLLY KITTENS: (Crying; mewing...and all that kute kitten stuf) HULK-KEE!!!!!
TYRANT T. TABBY: She can't help you....(Smirks)...she has plans...for EASTER!
(Cut to Holkie's apartment: she has on the Playboy Bunny outfit that Pirate King had made for her. She looks at herself in a full-length mirror, whose frame is adorned with various pictures of Charles. Holkie sings the 'Bunny Hop' to herself and wiggles her cotton-tailed butt before her mirrored reflection.)
(Back to Krangor Island, where kitten-cide might or might not be taking place. The Noelly Rolly Kittens are about to be devoured as if they are the children of some mythological g o d. Suddenly....)
K 5-13: (Shouts) TYRANT! NAUGHTY! No 'fried chickie t i t t i e' for you tonight...I'm giving it to the kittens!
NOELLY ROLLY KITTENS: YAY! (Bouncing up and down and acting adorable...sickenly adorable)
K 5-13: (To her Ty-Ty) You can have 38 cent 'Special Kitty' food from Wal-Mart ALL WEEK!
TYRANT T. TABBY: (Hurls expletives which are censored by various cat hissing)
(The Noelly Rolly Kittens enjoy a nice fried 'Foster Farms' fowl. Tyrant T. Tabby glares at the kittens...and scowls at the lump of cat food on his plate. He sees K 5-13 about to consume her fried fowl, but Tyrant IMMEDIATELY jumps up, whacks his 'hoo-man' upside her head with his paw...and devours what he deserves to be his culinary prize.)
(Thank G a w d he's home....where there is NO COMPUTER!!!!)
DEFINATELY FINIS!!!