Lulu: “This is the kitchen. It’s where food preparation takes place.”
Java Bean: “Food, eh? Funny, it doesn’t look like a taco truck.”
Spicoli: “Did someone say ‘taco truck’?”
Tag: turtles
Throwback (Trixie & Tucker) Thursday: Sea Turtle Conservation Society
Pictures taken January 2004
The Quorum Forum
Lulu: “All right, now that we have a quorum, let’s hear arguments for and against, then take a vote to decide if we want to try to get this economic assistance from Facebook so that we can buy new balloons for the turtle.”
Vermin: “HISSS! ‘Quorum’? Since when do we use fancy Latin words around here?”
Mouse: “Vote? You want us to vote? Has this become a democracy instead of you or the cats just going off and doing something crazy?”
Charlee: “I’ve never gone off and done something crazy. I’m the cautious one.”
Chaplin: “I’m contemplating doing something crazy right this second.”
Spicoli: “Yeah, dude, we can tell from your crazy eyes.”
Chaplin: “Look at me! I’m on television!”
Spicoli: “You’re on the television, dude. Not the same thing.”
Lulu: “Let’s all try to settle down and focus. Now, does anyone have any opinions on why we should try to get money from Facebook?”
Lulu: “Isn’t anybody going to say anything?”
Mysterious Intruder: “Facebook is totally trustworthy and you should definitely give them all your information about everything.”
Chaplin: “Get out of my recessed lighting hiding place, Zuckerberg.”
Mr. Nibbles: “Wow, Facebook really does track you everywhere.”
Spicoli: “Now I see two sets of crazy eyes.”
Yes, We Have No Balloonas
Carpet Turtle: “That infernal lung-powered device of yours popped all my balloons, mammal.”
Lulu: “I know. Sorry.”
Concerts In The Park Yard
Gotcha Where We Wantcha
Delivery Man: “I’ve got a package for ‘The Hipster Kitties’ and a ‘Lulu’.”
Hipsters: “That’s us!”
Lulu: “You can leave it there in the Neutral Zone.”
Delivery Man: “The what?”
Lulu: “I mean the front step.”
Delivery Man: “Oh, right.”
It’s A Happy Hipster Birthday!
Three years ago today, two cute little tiny kittens were born:
Visiting Hours
Lulu: “What’s the first thing you’re going to do when we get to Kosmo’s house, Chaplin?”
Chaplin: “I’m going to wash off all this troll ear wax. What about you?”
Producer Smurf: “You smurf the least smurfy airline ever. What kind of airline doesn’t smurf seats for its customers?”
Mouse: “This isn’t an airline and you’re not a customer. You just climbed aboard uninvited.”
Spicoli: “Boy that turtle sure gets around.”
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Vermin: “You say it’s your birthday! It’s my birthday too! So give me your cake!”
Dennis: “Do I have to?”
Spicoli: “I don’t think that’s how the song goes, dude.”
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Has Anyone Seen Abe Frohman?
Spicoli: “Yo, dude, do you work here?”
Ambassador: “Yes, I do. That’s why I’m on this side of the counter. How can I help you today, ‘sir’?”
Spicoli: “We’re looking for our friend. He’s a red dog who accidentally got deported to Hungary.”
Ambassador: “I’m afraid I can’t give out any information about who may or may not be in the casino, ‘sir’.”
Mouse: “This is also an embassy, right? Can we speak to the ambassador about our friend?”
Ambassador: “You already are.”
The Operative Word
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.”
Smurfy Basket
Producer Smurf: “Oh for the love of smurf! This is smurfing ridiculous! If we have to smurf at every smurfing cumulus cloud so the Hipsters can smurf a nap, we’re never going to smurf where we’re smurfing!”
Spicoli: “Dude, chill. You get incoherent when you’re all smurfed up and then nobody can smurf what you’re smurfing to smurf.”
Producer Smurf: “Stop smurfing ‘smurf’! Dogs don’t get to smurf ‘smurf’! Only smurfs get to smurf ‘smurf’!”
Spicoli: “Sorry, what? I didn’t smurf that. Could you smurf it again, a little smurfier this time, and try to smurf your smurfs more smurfily?”
Mouse: “Enough! The next person who uses ‘smurf’ as a general purpose word is getting kicked out of this basket and can find his own way home!”