Posted by The Red-Haired Lass on July 09, 2000 at 19:54:31:
In Reply to: Attack of the Killer Chipmunks!!! posted by Miss Paddletale on July 08, 2000 at 21:42:28:
: *ACK!!! SQUAWK!! QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK!!!!*
: Wake up Mohicanland, WAKE UP, I say!!! *QUACK!* We're under attack-ack-ack!!! We're DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!!! Hurry, hurry! *SQUAWK!! SQUARK-SQUARK!!* Killer Chipmunks from Outer Space have landed! *QUARK!!* KILLER CHIPMUNKS, I say!! *SQUACK!*
: I saw 'em, I saw 'em, I tell ya! *QUACK-ACK-ACK!* I saw 'em with my own liddle duckie eyebulbs!! Not more'n ten minutes ago, I saw one o' them kitties what belongs to the Red-Haired Lass come tearin' down the lane, screechin' & yowlin', and two...count'em...TWO Killer Chipmunks was a-hanging on to his EARS!! *ARKLE! ACKLE!! QUACKQUACKQUACK!!* That cat looked plumb crazed! CRAZED, I say!! Chipmunk 'peared to be tryin' to suck kitty's brains right outen it's head! *QUARK!SQUARK!*
: Run for your lives, run for your LIVES! If a chipmunk'll attack a CAT, its natchr'al enemy, what will it do to OTHER critters...like...like...DUCKS??????? *ACKACKACKACKACK!!*
: Omigosh, omigoodness, ohdearohdearohdearohdear!!
: Run away, run awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy.....
: Yours Hysterically,
: Miss Paddletale
My, but it's been an odd day. Marmalade, my orange tabby, ran out of the house before I could get the makeshift earwarmers off and before I knew it there was the most godawful sound of panicked quacking and all outside my cottage. I sincerely hope he isn't botherin' some poor neighbor's waterfowl. That's all I'd need bein' new to town an' all. He came back without his earwarmers later on, which doesn't really matter, because that Dweebie fellow brought me another bunch of 'em. I gave him a wee nip of the Glenlivet in thanks an' it didn't seem to set to well with him. Am I correct in believin' the boy isn't good with his drink, even as good as he is at gatherin' chipmunk pelts??? So She Who Tracks...I believe I now have enough of these things to supply Hector and about eight other dogs....and if Sheriff Twigg or another able-bodied fellow be about tonight, could somebody please pluck Dweebie out of my red-tip bushes and take him home? I'm a poor gardener as it is and he's flattenin' 'em something awful...
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