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!