This is what Sundays were made for. (Well, Bundays were made for Bunnehs, but that’s a whole different thing.) Little puppehs bouncing to perky music, through the grass, all floppy and stumbly. Bet when you roll Tobias over and snorf his belleh, he smells good. Anyway, Mike just got Tobias! Look at Little T go!
Mike, send Tobias over to C.O. HQ so we can test this theory. We’ll pay for his first-class airfare.
We’re not kidding.