Hello? Hi Matty, it’s Mungo. Yeah, I’m in Pouncival’s basement. No, his head is stuck in the tiolet. Bombalurina gave him a double swirlie. I don’t know. I’ll ask. Tumble, do you think I could—he said no. Yeah, I guess—Misto! Get that lampshade off your head—stop! Those are perfectly good platters. I’m back. No. I couldn’t. We’re all out of matches… I dunno what happened to them. Yeah… that’s why we have to have turkey sandwiches instead of steak dinner. Oh well—Bomby! Get off that table! I don’t care! You can dance at a strip bar or something, but that is Pouncival’s picnic table! No, Bomba’s just dancing on Pounci’s table. I wouldn’t have stopped her, but I’ll have to get out the catnip if she continues, and you know what happens after that. I was drunk. They threw me out. I swear. Ask Teazer. Alonzo. He always does. Yeah… they all called be catnip breath so I was forced to leave. Yeah—BOMBY! Stop it this instant! Put the lighter away… doesn’t work, I tried. She’s going to set Pounce on fire. That’s why she swirlied him… kept crawling up her leg. How do I know? That’s none of your business. Tumble, don’t get her the gasoline. Teaz, get Bomby a chill pill… MISTOFFELEES!!! That platter cleaned a pretty wallet—no! Of course it wasn’t my wallet. AHHHHHH! Matty, I gonna hafta call ya back. Pounci’s on fire. Later!
Later…
Yes. Nothing much, Pounci’s fine, Misto’s smashed, Bomby’s under arrest and Tugger’s bald. Huh? No, he’s fine. He just got his mane shaved off. No, it wasn’t a cause of fire. Why? I told you. Misto’s suffers from a hangover. Sure. Well, I talk to ya later. Yep, bye.
