The Hipster Kitties
And their imaginary friends
Midnight(ish) Run
Mogwai Stuffie: “I’ll be right back. They’re serving dinner inside now.”
Producer Smurf: “Can you smurf me back a plate of berries and bark and stuff?”
Mogwai Stuffie: “Sure.”
Momentarily …
Producer Smurf: “Where are you all smurfing off to in such a hurry?”
Spicoli: “We’re getting out of Dodge, dude.”
Chaplin: “Aren’t we in San Diego?”
Spicoli: “Yeah, we are. It’s just an expression, little Hipster dude.”
Chaplin: “Oh, like poetic license?”
Spicoli: “Let’s not start that again.”
Producer Smurf: “Okay, but what’s the hurry?”
Mouse: “They’re serving dinner inside.”
Producer Smurf: “Yeah I know, that little bat-eared hobbit is smurfing me a plate.”
Mouse: “They’re not hobbits, they’re Mogwai, and they’re on East Coast time so it’s after midnight for them.”
Producer Smurf: “Well I’m not smurfing without my plate of roots and berries, so you can just smurf along and I’ll catch up with you later.”
Mr. Nibbles: “You really should listen to friend Mouse, Producer Smurf. Mogwai get ornery when they eat after midnight.”
Producer Smurf: “Uh-huh. Whatever. I’m not worried. Smurfs are beloved of all furry creatures.”
Spicoli: “Suit yourself, dude. Hey, guys, the engine is running in that truck over there.”
Chaplin: “I call shotgun!”
Charlee: “Chaplin, Spicoli says ‘shotgun’ means you ride next to the driver, not in the back of the truck.”
Chaplin: “Well, when I said it, I meant I was going to sit back here protecting this garlic chicken from thieves until I get a chance to eat it.”
Spicoli: “That little Hipster dude really is the reincarnation of Tucker.”
Gremlin Stuffie: “I’ve got your plate all made up, blue weirdo!”
Producer Smurf: “Smurf you later, suckers! Enjoy not getting any roots or berries!”
Producer Smurf: “Ahhhh! Smurf me out from under this giant metal plate! I’m beloved of all furry creatures!”
Gremlin Stuffie #1: “We’re not furry at the moment.”
Gremlin Stuffie #2: “Hey, quit playing with that blue thing. We’re heading back to New York to mess with the Yankees some more.”
Meanwhile, a safe distance away …
Charlee: “Do you think Producer Smurf is enjoying his plate of roots and berries?”
Mouse: “I doubt it.”
Cashier: “Order for #42, five of everything, animal style.”
Spicoli: “Yo, over here!”
Vermin: “HISSS! It would have been nice if you had told me we were stopping at In-n-Out Burger BEFORE I filled up on ticks!”
9 Comments on “Midnight(ish) Run”
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I wonder if ticks can be served animal style…. Ditto roots and berries…
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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Producer Smurf seems not that beloved which doesn’t surprise us,
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wonderful treats
at the end 🙂
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Burger time would work for us!
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In and Out Burger???? Save some for us – we don’t have one of those joints in the KC area!!!
Woos – Lightning, Misty, and Timber
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But did Producer Smurf survive, that’s the question.
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Whew…bummer about Producer Smurf…but glad you all got out of Dodge(and found an In-n-Out!
xoxo,
Rosy, Jakey & Arty
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IN-N-OUT???! YES PLEASE! Sucks abouts Producer Smurf, butts you gots to do what you gots to do, rights?
Kisses,
Ruby ♥
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Okay! So here I sit waiting for midnight and those Gremlins to start eating! Carnage unlimited..
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