:
O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats
helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the
first
drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan
be
kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the
ghosts
standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat
lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself.

...
MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my
whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was
clearly identified as mine?

Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat
said
dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere
was
no markings to show dey was yours.

Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or
nufin
bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it,
just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere.

MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after
you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is
entitled
to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is
entitled to dem.

[He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an
mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da
barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred
an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties
could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da
remaining half. Fink you could help me out?

[Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT
calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and
Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his
history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering
over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard,
and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne
room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops
into
the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right
passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends
into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and
unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he
finishes the Crone returns to the room.]

Ranger iz mai hero sez Pipps

Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring
glasses!

MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you
kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey.

Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a
liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get
FluffyKitz to send in some fudz.

MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things.
But
you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey.
I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz!
Dey wokkin awong onda cwenalated wollz ob da kassl an dey fink dey see
sumfing. or sumcat.
hoo is wike a peese ob pwastik wap, awl see-froo.
Hoo dat?
Hoo sed dat?
Itted issis ai, Piglet, er i meenz HAMlet an i seez mine paw, ai seez
wite fwoo himsefl.
Butted, HARK, himsefl yondur fwowz tu da turret an...an...disappeerz!
Hey ware iss da fwask??
ai fink usses had tu mutch scawch.
MeOwy, uncleer boutted wot going on.

ai ugrei, mai wink, hao ubaowt weh goh tayke uh nise nap tewgfur?
Den wen weh wayk up, weh wyl beh moar cleerhedud. yeUP
MeOwy ai left owr bittiez wif uh bittiesytur frum Qat Island fur sayfteh.
Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex,, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy.-

UhWASS, pour Yorik, yoorown bare skull dug up by da hownd d*g an
weveeled tu usses yoor twajick destunnie.
I did gnot gno yoo furry wel, or effen adall.
Wuz itted da fwask dat diddid yoo inn?

Gotta wun now I fink ai heer ghostz on da weigh.
Bwing da fwasks sumwun, da nite is yung yet.
Gnotted bedtym.
Meowy, zooming away inna dark
MeOwy

Heer, mai luff, Meh, Ranger n Pipps, brot sum wisky fur usses, n dunt yew
beh ufrayed. Nope.
Weh 'aw'l feal vury sawry fur
pour Yorik, yoorown bare skull dug up by da hownd d*g an
weveeled tu usses hizown twajick destunnie. Sew sad dat iz

Mosey