Somefin fishy are goin on here, and it don't smell like tuna or salmon. It smells like BE-TRAY-AL!!!!
See, dere are all dese bags being packed. And my momma and Crockett's momma keeps talkin bout seashells and beaches and WE IS NOT GETTIN TO GO!! We's stuck here wif Crockett's daddy and Angelique's momma while our mommas and da dogs get to go to Florida. What da meow??? Da dogs get to go.
I don't think dat razzberry are big enuf Crockett.
Anyways, we won't be around much for da next week and a half (my momma will probably check in some to make sure she doesn't miss nuffin major). But we'll be ok, just plannin our revenges for when da mommas return. I are thinkin all night MEYOWLIN for a starts.