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...mischief managed.

Just... stay out here for a bit.

Someone's gonna see us! I just KNOW it!

Dear Ceiling Cat, something wicked this way comes.

Nebber trust a grumpy kitteh.

Why, no! We haven't been in your 'hair dye'! Just ask Snowflake--she'll tell you! Uh--yep!

At leest yoo did a decent job...

You, Sir Bird... are a cheeky little bastard.

Yerr gonna need tu back off, buddy.

Yes, I hid teh goggie's fud, shredded every roll of toilet paper, threw up hairbalz in ur slippers, tore down the curtains, peed just owtside teh litter box and slept on ur favorite white sweater.

R u still mad at meh?

Oh wel. Ai'll relax sum udder way.