A Nite at the Oppra

Poor Mr Tasty Face. After our nitely piano concert in the peeple bedroom, he tride to put us back in our own bedroom before he wint to bed, wich is what he always does. But win he tride to put me and my big bruther Mao in our bedroom, he kept fergitting to close the peeple bedroom door, so he'd git one of us in the cat bedroom wile the other snuk back into the peeple bedroom, and then he'd git the other one set and tucked in wile the first one snuk back into the peeple bedroom, and this happened over and over and over agin. We thot it was hilarius, but Mr Tasty Face fayled to see the humer in it. The Food Lady just laffed and laffed and sed he looked like the Marx Bruthers. Wich didn't make sense to me bekuz Mr Tasty Face's bruthers are named Dave and Kris and Tim ... he doesn't have a brother named Marx. So I did a Google serch and fownd pikchurs of the Marx bruthers, and the one with the mustash looks like my frend Mighty Mite's Unkul Gavin.

Anyway, Mr Tasty Face finely gave up and me and my big bruther Mao got to sleep with the peeple. VICTORY! The Food Lady didn't even make me leeve after I wokked across her face with poopy paws. I was happy happy happy and had reely good dreems.

A Nite at the Oppra

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