Mouse: “Why are you all sitting around in stale gingerbread smoke? And who’s your friend?”
Spicoli: “‘Who’s your friend?’ Dude, is that a rhetorical question like ‘Who’s your daddy?'”
Mouse: “No, no it isn’t. Hang on while I get the remote for the ceiling fan, okay?”
Mouse: “So you’ve given up on your balloon scam?”
Charlee: “If by ‘given up’ you mean ‘Bean popped all my balloons’, then yes, yes I have.”
Chaplin: “I’m waiting for him to go to sleep and then I’ll do my weigh-in. At least one of us should get more food after all this effort.”
Mouse: “What do you mean what balloons? The ones you’re floating from.”
Chaplin: “We’re not floating from balloons.”
Charlee: “Yeah, haven’t you ever seen a black and white cat before?”
Charlee: “All right, I guess it’s time for our weekly weigh-in. I bet for sure we lost weight.”
Chaplin: “There’s no doubt that we did!”
Sky Turtle: “Okay, now that we’ve cut a few of your balloons loose, I can teach you how to float around properly.”
Chaplin: “I still say we could have gone up a little higher.”
Charlee: “I don’t think that would have been a good idea. That hawk was looking at us kind of funny.”
Sky Turtle: “So the trick is to find the right number of balloons to achieve buoyancy without losing control and floating away.”
Charlee: “Uh-huh. That makes sense. And also, we need the balloons not to be quite so noticeable as yours.”
Chaplin: “Yes, our balloons have to be camouflaged so that Dada can’t see them.”
Charlee: “Well, since Bean isn’t going to help us, what else can we do about this diet situation?”
Lulu: “I was planning to just eat the food that I get and be happy to have it.”
Chaplin: “Oh no, we are not going to be doing that.”
Yard Turtle: “What’s with the big red banner?”
Lulu: “Well for some reason no one was in favor of getting money from Facebook, and the local health department put the kibosh on my plan to put opn a benefit concert to raise money for balloons. They got an anonymous tip and shut us down.”
Mouse: “I was the one who called the health department. You’re welcome.”
Chaplin: “So did I. That thing is worse than the vacuum cleaner.”
Mr. Nibbles: “I called them too!”
Charlee: “Me too.”
Spicoli: “I tried to call them but I accidentally ordered a bunch of pizzas instead.”
Carpet Turtle: “That infernal lung-powered device of yours popped all my balloons, mammal.”
Lulu: “I know. Sorry.”
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Three years ago today, two cute little tiny kittens were born:
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Pennywise McDonald: “Anybody want a balloon?”
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Everyone: “Happy birthday to you / You are no more than two / Just like Cindy Lou Who / Happy birthday dear Hipsters / Happy birthday to you!”
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James Bond: “Baccarat. Yes, I can tell you about baccarat. But first you must tell me something.”
Dennis: “Ummm okay, let’s see. Well, I licked all the bacon in the buffet.”
James Bond: “That’s not the sort of information I meant. But thank you for telling me.”
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The Oceanside Animals 