Floyd:
[Floyd grabs Jenny's tail]
Three blind mice. See how they shine throughout the device.
17 Year Old Tim:
Oh man. Why didn't I listen.
[Timmy walks back but Floyd grabs Tim by the tail]
Floyd:
Oh no no no no no. Oh No no no no. You'll make a scrum-sics golden neck of here.
[Floyd throws Timmy into his mouth]
Muriel:
What the? What are you thinking Floyd?
[Muriel slaps Floyds back and Timmy comes out of his mouth on the ground]
Floyd:
They are going to make such a lovely stew you know. A few carrots and mashing up some greens.
Muriel:
Grr! Floyd! A good doctor will make a stew out of us if we hurt any of them!
[Muriel grabs the rest of the three mice by their tails away from Floyd]
Floyd:
Merely I don't want to hurt him. I merely want to eat him. ha ha ha!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:58