Floyd:
[Floyd and Muriel are sleeping on the floor]
Roasting rat, rat. Rodent ratatouille.
17 Year Old Tim:
Surprise!
[Timmy fires his slingshot at Floyds head]
Floyd:
Ow! Come back! You sighting!
[Then Floyd and Muriel quickly gets up and chases after Timmy]
Muriel:
Floyd! Floyd! Floyd!
17 Year Old Tim:
You call yourselves cats? You can't catch me!
[Floyd and Muriel trip on the cord and the tank of water spills on the floor and the cord sparks into a fire]
Muriel:
Oh dammit! Where did he go?
[They run into the elevator]
17 Year Old Tim:
Excuse me? Going down?
[Tim fires the slingshot at the elevator and hits the button]
Muriel:
Get him! Get him! there he is Floyd!
[Floyd rips the elevator padding. Tim runs up the elevator ceiling and the cats jump at him]
Floyd:
Now you die!
Muriel:
Let me up! I'm going to do it Floyd! Come here you little mousee! I need that tail to use as a toothpick! Uh oh.
[Then Tim opens the elevator hatchet door and hits Muriel's face and she lands on Floyd]
17 Year Old Tim:
Yes! Cecil! Quick! Cecil!
Cecil:
Hold your horseflies I've only got four hands.
[Timmy hooks the elevator gears with a hook]
Muriel:
Move it!
Floyd:
I'm stuck!
[the two cats get stuck as they try to get out of the door hatch]
17 Year Old Tim:
See ya!
[Then the elevator falls down faster and Timmy swings to the floor]
Cecil:
Hey! Thanks for the hand.
17 Year Old Tim:
Don't mention it sidekick. How's this for a definite improvised Got to help the others. Let's go!
[They swing over to the open elevator door]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:14