Newt and Corbie (with special appearances by Jake) in:
The Box.
“I’M IN THE BOX!!!”
“I’M IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BOX!!!”
“I am in the box. And as you can see, I am very fragile. The box says so.”
“Do not raise a paw to me, Loony Jake. I am fragile. And also I will let go of this flap and it will thwap you in the face.”
Corbie: “Did you notice there are OTHER boxes over there? Perhaps you should check them out. They might be more awesome than that box. Not that there’s anything wrong with that box but, y’know. You should keep your options open.”
Newt: “Perhaps you’re right.”
Newt: “I don’t know, these boxes seem a bit small for me, I’m thinking that maybe the box I was in is really the one that I should stick wi-”
Newt: “That are MY BOX.”
Corbie: “Momma says possession is twelve-fifths of the paw. Or something. Weep, loser. WEEP.”
Note that Jake is staying OUT of this particular conversation.
A moment later, Newt stomped off in a huff.
The end.
Look what I found! This was Bobby Brady on the day I got the Bradys. He was a sad little ragamuffin, and I don’t even know WHAT the heck that was all over his bitty face.
Previously
2010: Do I know how to show my guests a rollicking good time, or what?
2009: You are correct, sir.
2008: The dog continues to improve. (Read here to see how the dog came to be in our possession.)
2007: Are ya feelin’ bubbly, punk? Well? Are ya?
2006: I think it would be hilarious if someone started manufacturing imitation Maui Jim sunglasses and called them “Oahu James” sunglasses.
2005: I figure they’re professionals and know what they’re doing, so I have no desire to clutter up the small amount of space left in my brain with that kind of information.
2004: I sense that there is a battle of epic proportions in my future, a show-down between Miz Poo and I as to just WHO the blanket belongs to.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: But don’t tell Miz Poo I’m admiring another cat, please…
2000: It’s a conspiracy!
That is a sad sad picture. Is it the angle or was his head really that much bigger than his body?
The box drama is cracking me up. My favorite box moment was when our buff boy Sylvester got the box from the peppermint herbal tea I gave him to play with (he loved scents and to rub himself on them, including worn socks and the armpits of my husband’s t-shirts-wierdo!). He got the little box stuck on his head and it was hilarious. I have pictures of it in a photo album. I really need to learn how to scan those into my flicker account that only has “favorited” photos in it! We need to buy and hook up a printer/scaner/copier and need to empty the junk room to give it a permanent home. Everything I want to do seems like an enormous project!
It is snowing like crazy here just now, snowed earlier, then rained lightly for a short while. The huge snow flakes are beautiful. This is a crazy storm it will be interesting to see how it comes out in the end!
I am loving me some Newt! Is it just an unfortunate camera angle, or is he quite…ahem…corpulent? Not that it matters, of course – just adds to his overall charm.
is that pumpkin on Greg’s face? Poor wee fella, he sure blossomed quickly!
All I can think of is this song. (LANGUAGE)
I’m in a BOX! I’m in a BOX!
Everybody look at me ‘cuz I’m playing in a BOX!
I’m in a BOX! I’m in a BOX!
Take a good hard look at the motherfucking BOX!
I’m in a BOX, motherfucker, take a look at me!
Straight playing in a box on the carpet, see
Now I’m laughing too hard to do any more.
“I’m in a BOX, bitch.”
(my favorite lines in the Lonely Island version: “I’ve got a nautical-themed pashmina afghan” and “the boat engine make NOISE, motherfucker” LMFAO – I wanted to adapt Newt’s situation for those but I just can’t)