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Da ghosts
Trudi watches it all and thinks dat diz wont be da lazt of deze ghost kittees MH and chester also are releefed, efin do dey seez ghosts arownd demsefz alla time, dey iz ghozts dey know, haffin ta meet new ghosts kittees was sorta unerfin, but sinze its gonna end inna partee all is well, MH anna chester 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.] 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! Wai iz da Crone Cat sew meen? Wull, her did share her whisky wif usses aftur awl., sew hur izn't awl dat bad. Fank yew CroneCat. Yus, letz hab uh parti. Weh is sawry yew kan't tayste or smell fudz Mosey ..on behaf uff da Hole Kommunity |
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