Lenny regretted not reading the fine print in the travel brochure.

Dis was supposed to be Pwertow Vie-art-uh. Wat happened.

Hunh. This is not Oz, or Narnia, or the Shire, or any of the many mystical kingdoms frequently found at the other end of mysterious portals.

Ai'll maek it dere eventually.

Remember to pack my catnip ball, my feather ont he stick and the dog in case I want to smack something jus' cuz I feel like smacking something.

By da way, hao long has it been since u went on vacayshun?

Humble pilgrim, I, da RULER OB AWL FINGS, accepts yoor lowly self. Yoo may leeve wif my blessins. I SED yoo can LEEVE! Get lost!

Dis trabeller cud have used a trabel guide.

I is not cat, I is sweater. Keep packing.

So waer are we going agenn?

Well if yu had to pee yu shudda dun it wen we ran dat red lite... liek I did.

An we're onlee fiftee miles to da coast!