Charlee: “We were just kidding about the stink. You smell terrific.”
Skunk: “Yeah? What terrific thing do I smell like?”
Spicoli: “Patchouli. Or maybe pizza. Or maybe pizza with patchouli on top.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Like freshly roasted ticks!”
Lulu: “Like something I found in the yard that I want to roll in.”
Mr. Nibbles: “Like a fresh load of wood chips in the bottom of a guinea pig pen.”
Mouse: “Like cheese. But not the stinky kind.”
Producer Smurf: “Like Papa Smurf’s beard!”
Chaplin: “Like the inside of an ice cream cup that’s been on somebody’s head for a while.”
Skunk: “You are such a bunch of liars.”
Skunk: “Well, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m going out to look for more grubs.”
Vermin: “HISS! Wait, I’ll go with you!”
Vermin (off-panel): “HISSS! Wow, you’re good at digging up grubs!”
Charlee: “All right, Chaplin, after that fiasco, don’t you think it’s time to take the cup off your head?”
Chaplin: “But there’s still a little cat food in it.”
Vermin: “HISSS! You must be full from all that cat food. I’ll help you eat the grubs.”
Skunk: “I really don’t need help with that.”
Chaplin: “I can still see with it on.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Sure you do! One grub for me, one for you. Two grubs for me, one for you.”
Skunk: “That’s not how helping works.”
Chaplin: “I have lots of other cat senses I can use.”
Vermin: “Sure it is, it’s called sharing. Three grubs for me, one for—”
Chaplin: “Okay, fine, it’s stuck.”
Mouse: “I’ll go fetch the Tuck-o-Matic.”
Lulu: “The what now?”
Mouse: “This is a device I developed as a contingency in case Tucker ever got his head stuck in a can or such. I never had to use it because it turns out things just slide right off of vizsla heads.”
Spicoli: “Dude, that’s one scary-looking contraption.”
Producer Smurf: “It smurfs like something Gargamel would use to smurf a smurf.”
Chaplin: “How does it work?”
Mr. Nibbles: “I run on the knob and it makes the pointy arms fold in, grab the cup, and lift it off Chaplin’s head.”
Lulu: “Sounds dangerous. Couldn’t we just call Mama and have her take it off?”
Mouse: “No no, it’s finely calibrated and perfectly safe.”
Charlee: “I totally want to see that thing grab Chaplin’s head. Fire it up!”
Shortly thereafter …
Charlee: “Not so much fun when you’re the one getting grabbed by something that won’t let go, is it, Chaplin?”
Mouse: “I guess I needed to make some adjustments based on the shape of a cat’s head. But at least the cup is off!”
Chaplin: “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”
Vermin: “HISS! That skunk is not very good about sharing grubs.”
10 thoughts on “My Cup Runneth Empty”
We’re glad to see that Chaplin finally has that cup off his head.
Yikes, getting stuck in anything is never fun!
Calibration is clearly important when it comes to contraptions.
Woof. Puff. Sardines for Charlee. 🙂
Finally its off!!! But…um…we think we smell a skunk…blech…
Who is your lawyer, Chaplin? We have a few sharks here in the ocean that we can recommend.
The Cat Gang.
Thank goodness the cup is gone. Great courage sticking your head into the contraption! Mom had me stick my head into a white sheet so she could work on my ghost costume today. Yikes!
Love and licks,
We are glad to see that the vermin and the skunk found their way outside before the room became quite odoriferous!!! And Lulu, we think you are very wise and wish the kitties had listened to your sage advice:)
Woos – Lightning, Misty, and Timbertt
Poor Chaplin- glad you finally got the cup off- and the skunk out. 🙂
Naww poor Chaplin! The lesson learned is just ask mama first.
It’s a shame because that looked like a good Coronavirus-protection helmet 😂