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Is it just me ...

... or is it too outlandish to imagine a crossover of Touché Turtle and The Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey)?

Respond in the accustomed manner, please.

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Can you picture the SWAT Kats appearing in Jellystone?

Well, no. Again, the SWAT Kats lived in a fully realized world with set laws and personalities for the characters, with a much darker tone than most of Jellystone's cast.

However, I could also see...

The Jellystone PD, led by Touché Tortoise, getting ready to finally win the Quintannual Policeman's Soccer Cup, since all the other possible participants were disqualified for any number of reasons (food poisoning, a freak unicycle accident, passing it up when they realized this was a charity game, etc.)

Unfortunately, the Jellystone PD is probably the worst team in Soccer history. And it doesn't help that they're going up against the reigning champions of the Quintannual Policeman's Soccer Cup, the Quadrennial Policeman's Hockey Cup, Triennial Policeman's Poker Tournament, and the Biannual Simon Says Tournament ten years running: The Megakat City Enforcers.

In spite of their abysmal odds (and Mayor/acting coach Huckleberry's assurances that it's okay to admit when you're outmatched, outgunned, and out outed), the Touché maintains that the JPD is going to win the day through hard work and team spirit.

We then get a training montage which is pretty much Touché, Yippie, Yappie, and Yahooey embarrassing themselves.

The day of the game arrives (and the JPD have not really improved) and Touché maintains that their team will pull through... that is, until the Enforcers take the field with all the verve of a professional sports team saluting their fans.

"Oh, spoke too soon."

We then cut to the announcers' box.

"Good day, Sports fans! This is Snagglepuss, and my very special co-host for the day, as part of Megakat City's Rehabilitate Your Mates Program, Dr. Elrod Purvis. Got anything to say to the fans Doc?"

Purvis makes a series of sibilant reptilian sounds into the microphone.

Snag: OK. Well, it looks like the teams are lining up...

We then get a game of comedic proportions, comparable only to Harlem Globetrotters Games.

We could also probably get a cameo by a certain "Feral" commander heckling the teams with the usual "get your ass in the in zone" type stuff.

Now, here's the interesting thing; instead of the Enforcers being the usual douche bag pro athlete types, it might be funnier to actually see the team being downright saintly towards the JPD as they smoke their asses. Allowing Takebacksies (which pretty much stops the game for about an hour), the goalie taking a break in the second quarter, one even gives Yappy his corvette when Yappy misses an easy goal to make him feel better.

Anyway, the score is all tied up (Thanks in no small part of eleven takebacksie sessions) and it all comes down to a single kick by JPD team captain Touché Tortoise. The suspense is killing us (especially if it means another three hours of waiting for someone to kick a ball into an unguarded goal.)

All of a sudden, a massive silver pillar smashes down on the goal destroying it. The entire stadium turns to look towards the announcer's box.

Purvis: Don't look at me. I haven't got anything planned until next Friday.

So, turns out it's Dark Kat, driving a massive mech, who's just dropping by to announce that he's begun turning Megakat City into "Dark Kat City". In spite of his monologue, Touché pulls out a rapier and launches an attack at the massive machine... which does absolutely nothing.

The stadium panics, a familiar face yells "get me chopper backup!" and suddenly, the massive mech ends up pummeled by missiles.

Spoiler alert: it's the Turbokat.

The Swat Kats force Dark Kat into a retreat and announce via loudspeaker that Dark Kat's invasion of Megakat City has been stopped, crediting Deputy Mayor Briggs and Lt. Feral for coordinating with them and to enjoy the rest of their day.

While the JPD sits dismayed that they were unable to do anything and that the whole game was pretty much for nothing (the trophy was destroyed in the battle), the Enforcers encourage them that it's more important that they tried and that any town would be proud to have them as police officers.

"Besides" one of them says, "most of us are doing this cause the commander ordered us to. We all think he's just a little too competitive for his own good."

Suddenly there's and explosion and Dr. Viper walks out of the smoke.

Viper: I lied about the Friday thing

Enforcer: you want this one? Touché: we could make it a joint operation.

The Turbokat suddenly descends from the sky

Enforcer: why not?

We then get an epic end shot of the JPD, Swat Kats, and Enforcers going after Dr. Viper together.

And plot twist: this is a backdoor pilot for a new Swat Kats series.

Anyway, while I think that the SK should stay it's own thing (and I hope the fans get that revival sooner rather than later) I could see the worlds co-existing if the people working to make it happen really tried..

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

Just "following the gulls" back to Ocean City

SITTING ALONG THE OCEAN CITY, MARYLAND BOARDWALK: "Follow the gulls" happens to be the motto of the authority behind the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel complex of some 18 miles northward on US 13 out of Hampton Roads ... and, for that matter, is their symbol. First opened in 1964 and seeing a second two-lane adaptation parallel and in tandem thereto in 1988, at least you have the breezes off the Chesapeake Bay cooling you off in the bridge and causeway sections.

Which was oh so evident when Huck and I picked up some crab cakes worth heating up in the motorhome for the next leg of the journey--back to Ocean City, Maryland. Where, as it turned out, our current motorhome came about during last year's Character Convocation at their Springfest celebrations.

"And you wonder how impressive this motorhome has turned out," Huck was quick to remark over some Cheerwine picked up at some store in Virginia Beach.

To which I responded, "Plenty of opportunities ... not to mention having the likes of Augie Doggie and Doggie Daddy, Hokey Wolf, Wally Gator, &c., joining us."

"Who do you think we might pick up next?" discerned Huck.

Which seemed a little bemusing as, not that far off, those Goofy Guards, by names Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey, were offering for $20 a pop an opportunity for visitors to try their hand at sword play in the regal(?) manner. Over some French fries from a nearby stand, we were able to get the bizarre canine trio over, dress uniform and all, to have a chat.

"So," Huckleberry Hound remarked, "what exactly drives you here, and perhaps for the summer?"

"Call ourselves performance artists, as it were," remarked Yappy, the somewhat midsized, portly and brainy one of the three. "But with a difference."

"As in the opportunity for tourists to try their hand at fencing-type activity in the swashbuckler, Errol Flynn-stylee, manner," added the short and at once smarty Yahooey.

"And," added the tall and lanky Yippy, "who exactly wouldn't want to try the opportunity to discover their inner fencing artist?"

"I just hope people aren't bound to get hurt," remarked I.

"But at least we're filling in a niche which a certain Touché Turtle seems uninterested in," Yahooey remarked.

"Still, fellers," Huck chimed in, "Touché Turtle considers himself more or less the strong, silent type."

"With that bent-tip foil of his?!" was how Yippy parsed it.

Whereupon no less than Touché Turtle "himself" made his presence known, howbeit with the foil sheathed in his shell.

"I assume you were making reference to me?" was how Touché responded to the Goofy Guards' remark. (He probably must have heard it some distance away.) The three nodded their heads in agreement, then prodded their way back to their stand a couple blocks upward.

"Still, guys," Touché chimed in, "I try being modest in offering help." (Pause) "Even if it gets hilarious in the end."

"And I do understand," saith I, "that your compadre Dum-Dum is houseboating these days with Bristlehound on the Mississippi River."

"Which I can accept," Touché responded, "even if he sends me postcards from time to time. Oft making note of Friday-night fish fries he and Bristlehound come across."

"Which, come to think of it," Huck remarked, "might offer something of an opportunity. Maybe a couple days taking in the sea air and sunshine here in OC, Snag and Touché, and perhaps catch up with Dum-Dum and Bristlehound somewhere along the Mississippi for a few days ourselves."

"Heavens to Mark Twain ... perhaps going part of the way along the old Lincoln Highway, at least from Breezewood westbound."

Which had Touché asking what exactly this Breezewood is, to which I explained, "A rather unlikely crossroads in Pennsylvania. Disneyland it isn't." Which had Touché, plumed hat and all, chuckling. But at any rate, folks, stay tuned to see how this unfoldeth.

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

So what's it like serving "all-you-can-drink" milk?

You were expecting me, reader, to respond "don't ask"?

That is unlikely to be the case this go-round, especially with Huckleberry Hound as much as yours truly being among a group of celebrity servers at the American Dairy Association of Minnesota's "all-you-can-drink" milk stand at the Minnesota State Fair heading into the lunch break. $2.50 gets you a 10-ounce paper cup to be refilled with your choice of whole, 2%, 1% and skim milk. Not to mention chocolate milk, for the hard-core element.

Putting our bibs on, our supervisor reminded us of the basic duties of dispensing milk from the milk servers in use, and to remind all that if they threw away their original cup and want more, they need to buy a new such. Patrons, in effect, need to have the same cup at all times for refills of what some insist is Nature's Most Perfect Food.

"Though I've heard it been said," Huckleberry Hound remarked to me, "that drinking too much milk among some is bound to prduce certain diarrhea."

"But then again," remarked I, "the stand has also started dispensing lactose-free milk. There are some out there who can't stomach lactose, for the most part, and for them, lactose only causes stomach upset ... diarrhea, even!"

But after a few pointers on drawing the ideal cup of milk, and handling refills, Huck and I were bound to get it off right. It seems that between us, we must've served during our stint at least 500 cups of milk, including many servings of lactose-free milk.

And, naturally enough, chocolate milk, even over the protestations of some parents who felt that giving the kids chocolate milk (which is milk to which cocoa powder, sugar and flavourings are added) was giving them "junk calories" essentially, insisting that only pure cow's milk was good enow. Yet you had to put up with the bawling of kids insisting on chocolate milk, and all they want.

So did Huck.

Even when you consider that the "all-you-can-drink" stand is by the Dairy Building ... perhaps rather apropos. And how could the crowds not love such cartoon types as us dishing out nothing less than fresh and wholesome milk?

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Next off, the Turkey To Go! stand, seeking to demonstrate that turkey can prove just as versatile everyday as at Thanksgiving. And who else but the Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy, and Yahooey) chomping away on barbecue turkey legs, as seems to be the fashion with them at the Minnesota State Fair every year?

"We simply CANNOT resist barbecued turkey legs, no question about it!" was how Yahooey exclaimed with his inevitable overdone pap befitting(?) the smallest in stature of the rather hilariously overdone trio of canines.

For us (Huck and myself), pulled turkey barbecue. And what more could be enjoyable?

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Goofy Guards headcannon

The prospect of Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey attempting underwater defensive manouvers as part of training ... and using a hollow reed for the snorkel, nothing else save for their nakedness.

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Poetry Corner

(Mise en scene: A campout beside some stream where we find The Goofy Guards--Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey--on a training bivouac. As the scene opens, it's just after sunrise, and we find the trio preparing for a morning bath.)

YAHOOEY: Oh, jeez! Someone forgot to pack the soap for our bathing ritual!

YAPPY: There IS a valid reason for not packing the soap, to begin with! It's all about keeping the stream clean and avoiding pollution!

YIPPY: So that explains our having to bathe naked and little else in the morning!

YAPPY: And besides, isn't it a little stupid to boil water for the coffee or the oatmeal as contains the taste of soap all along?

YAHOOEY: And I see we're living for the most part on instant and freeze-dried food for the most part during this bivouac!

YIPPY: No doubt Yappy was right a moment ago ... and I can't imagine the instant coffee tasting a bit like Ivory Soap!

YAHOOEY: Or even the Ready-Brek!

YAPPY: Okay, all together now--

ALL, exuberantly: NO SOAP, RADIO!!

(Whereupon all our troupers go into the stream and let its waters lave themselves--without soap.)

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Meanwhile, over ham sandwiches made with leftovers among The Goofy Guards

YAHOOEY, somewhat flustered: And you can't help but wonder how it is that Yippy can put down such substantially-sized sandwiches and not feel bloated or bilious!

YIPPY, trying not to take offence at the previous: Who's challenging who around here?! Besides, yours truly can manage to put down two or three such at one sitting!

[You can imagine the rest]

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Meanwhile, back with the Goofy Guards as they fix sandwiches out of leftover ham from the banquet the evening before

YAHOOEY, applying quite the lot of mustard on his ham sandwich: Just be thankful His Majesty has some consideration for us of the Royal Guard when it comes to mealtimes--at least it's much better than who-knows-what!

YAPPY, going through his ham-and-cheese sandwich: I just hope that you weren't being sarcastic there, Yahooey!

YAHOOEY: Who said I was sarcastic with that comment, to begin with? I was just being obvious, after all!

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With those Goofy Guards over luncheon of sandwiches made with leftover ham and roast beef from that banquet the other night

YAHOOEY, with utter snark in its own way: Now who wouldn't be interested in actually dating this Tina Delgado?

YAPPY, rather unnerved: And who exactly IS this "Tina Delgado," anyway?

YIPPY, inevitably the dumb one, perhaps into his third sandwich: Yet the possibility of dating her couldn't be more ... intriguing, wouldn't you say?

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"Pardon me ... do you have any Grey Poupon?"

Who among us probably remembers that line from the commercials for Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard from the 1980's into the early 1990's, usually done in a setting involving being stopped in traffic and the participants being from rather posh settings more or less?

At any rate, I was thinking at some length imagining how some of your favourite Hanna-Barbera characters might try pulling off this trope; hopefully, you have the idea:

Yogi Bear: Pulling off another of his plundering-picnic-baskets antics in Jellystone Park at tourists' expense, much to the chagrin of as much Boo-Boo as Ranger Smith; "smarter-than-the-average" "himself" pops the question to a group of tourists, only to be brushed off with the paterfamilias noting that they preferred the Great Value brand of yellow mustard from Walmart, only to realise the ursine presence suggesting trouble ahead, forcing Yogi and Boo-Boo to make a wild run back to their den.

Super Snooper and Blabbermouse: While stopped in traffic en route to an investigation, Super Snooper pops the question in his Ed Gardner manner to the car in the next lane over, only to get a second-rate brand of moutarde de Dijon in the bargain as prompts quite the tirade to Blabbermouse in the bargain, prompting Blab to reply "Geez, Snoop, perhaps you delivered the question in the wrong manner; have you considered as much?"

Snagglepuss: Sophisto as he may try to be, at least he knows the correct tone and nuance thanks to memorising the commercials, only he gets asked by the front-seat passenger in the car targeted "What the [N4BSK] IS Grey Poupon, anyway?!." reinforced by the middle finger salute and Snag's responding "Well, you can't always win them all. Exit, stage forward ..."

Top Cat and clowder: Trying not to diss Officer Dibble in the wrong place at the wrong time, TC drills his clowder into delivering that question with the proper nuance (or so he thinks is befitting such back-alley cats anthro) so as not to cause an issue. Even when you consider that white wine is a key component of Dijon mustard, and TC was hoping to score a jar for the next sausage cookout to provide "something different" in the mustard department than French's, Gulden's, Heinz or, for that matter, the Great Value brand from Walmart.

Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har: Lippy tries asking the very question to hand, only to have the myopic hyaena companion complain that Lippy may be going about it wrong, prompting Lippy to remark "Bushwah, Hardy--BUSHWAH! Now follow my lead and play along--", prompting Hardy to ask why Lippy wanted a jar of Grey Poupon to begin with.

Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey (The Goofy Guards): When the King summons the rather bumbling trio of royal guards into the throne room, prompting the doltish Yippy to pop the question, dissing off His Majesty in utter frustration.

Penelope Pitstop in the #5 Compact Pussycat: Even with her rather elegant Southern-mannered voice, she manages to get the jar thrown to her, without the traditional "But of course ..." reply. Yet the jar doesn't smash unto the street for some reason.

Dick Dastardly and Muttley in the #00 Mean Machine: Everybody's Favourite(?) Hanna-Barbera Villain goes into a deceptively-polite tone to make the request, only to be cut off when Muttley cuts the cheese big time--with Dastardly cutting the request short and chewing Muttley out with "And just for that flatulent outburst, THERE WILL BE NO KEN-L RATION FOR YOU TONIGHT!"

Mildew Wolf: Trying to avoid the usual suspicions with Bristlehound vis-a-vis Lambsy in popping the question, Bristlehound delivers the hook to Mildew, flinging the latter into the heavens--and in the bargain, taunting Bristlehound with "Tasteless buttinski!" before crashing to earth in a dazed and confused heap.

The Hair Bear Bunch: Square Bear, driving the Invisible Motorcycle, pops that question most obvious at a traffic light, and upon getting a jar of Country Style Grey Poupon (as in coarse-ground) and the rejoinder "But of course ...", Square Bear passes it to Hair Bear in his accustomed back-seat position and manages to pocket the modest-sized jar in his vest pocket, adding "You'll doubtless thank me later, Square...."

Mr. Finkerton, as per Inch High, Private Eye: Even with the proper tone, inflection and nuance, the head of Finkerton's Detective Agency slips the jar into an inner coat pocket--which, it turns out, is where Inch-High is situate at the moment, prompting the dimunitive detective to remark "Talk about being in close quarters, and then some--!"

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Just picking up a few odds and ends

At Turkey to Go!, whose menu centers around Minnesota turkey, the usual presence of The Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey) around grilled turkey drumsticks was bound to ensue ... as well as Yappy acknowledging that their offering tourists an opportunity to try their hand at fencing on the Ocean City, Maryland boardwalk was modestly successful, though some visitors admitted it was "a little difficult to find" mixed in among French-fry stands and T-shirt shops. "We had to be pretty much our own salesmen," Yappy frankly acknowledged.

Staying with Turkey to Go! for the moment, two that found the pulled barbecue turkey, with some barbecue sauce in the bargain, rather tasty were no less than Ruff and Reddy. Reddy, for his part, couldn't help but wipe much of the sauce and juices from Ruff's mouth every now and then.

On at least one rather damp night of the Fair, among such as were at the cream puffs stand by West End Market were Super Snooper and Blabber Mouse--"but mostly for the coffee," as Blabber was quick to add. But though messy, you just had to admit there were some others, like Mildew Wolf, who couldn't resist the cream puff's lure--as much as swapping diving-related tales galore.

One thing we found amusing about Penelope Pitstop--she can't resist especially open-air markets, and especially West End Marketplace at the Fair. In particular the stands selling Watkins Products ("just to stock up for myself," she remarked, adding a few affectionate remarks about growing up on Watkins spices) and steampunk crafts. Oh yes, and one of those ice cream waffle sandwiches.

Just how many of us couldn't resist those SPAM sandwiches from underneath the Grandstand ramp ... or the wild rice cheeseburgers from the Food Building ... not to mention the Orange Treet with bananas, said to be a favourite of Magilla Gorilla, Peter Potamus, Autocat and The Bungle Brothers, to name but a few?

Wally Gator: "Key line pie on a stick ... now THAT takes the pie for tweaking around an old Floridian favourite of this alligator, don't you know?" (Though Wally G. does acknowledge the lime juice used "is probably a wee bit on the tart side of preference.")

So Shaggy and Scooby are sharing a bucket of Fresh-Cut French Fries ... and along comes Pepper, Dottie, Woofer and Whimper from the Clue Club, who are invited to share along a rather substantial bucket.

Try not to laugh: Loopy De Loop introducing the Cattanooga Cats to poutine tots, and the feline band finding it rather new, but "interesting." As well, "ze good wolf" couldn't help but feel intrigued by the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" enjoying the occasional sort of dive experience in some remote "swimmin' hole" back South, with Loopy relating tales of his own diving escapades with fellow wolves Hokey and Mildew.

Perhaps the most interesting new taste such as Doggie Daddy was bound to share with Augie and Spike with his son Tyke: Dole Whip. (Which is fresh fruits done up in soft-serve manner.) Both, admittedly, looking for "healthier" options to ice cream and frozen custard.

And what more could be said about breakfast at the Hamline Church Dining Hall of ham loaf fame, which our interesting little crew tried out one morning of pancakes with sausage and rather generous on the coffee, free refills even?

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Stuff worth picturing:

Peter Potamus bringing along his nephews to some fascinating part of Polynesia Uncharted ... and being guided to some native phallic shrine which may look a little on the weird side initially, but as the local kahuna (priest in the Polynesian faith tradition) explains it, such is a magical and powerful display of the wonder that is sexuality most pure and wondrous.

Among recent improvements on Ted's Patent Sceptre Detector: A high-definition mini video camera with infrared capabilities as can better discern the spectral and the otherworldly.

No less than those Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey) putting away between them no less than 17 grilled turkey drumsticks. And not on a dare as opposed to just having cravings for turkey drumsticks.

Shaggy, ever the vegetarian, being fond of hot vegetable broth by the cup every now and then. Not to mention Scooby-Doo.

If you thought Quick Draw McGraw's fondness for chili was rather obvious, wait'll you hear about Babalooie having a serious fondness for Mexican food generally. And no, not the Taco Bell or Taco Time schtick, the real McCoy. (Any other Funtastic types you could imagine being fond of Mexican cuisine?)

What could living underwater in the Trollkin manner look like, respectful of troll affection for Nature?

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Just imagine the following:

No less than Touché Turtle (finally!) accepting a challenge from The Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey) for a 3-on-1 fencing match, even allowing for Touché's bent-tip foil.

Huckleberry Hound and his Clementine cooling off (and then some) with some fresh-squeezed lemonade blended with some Australian ginger beer from Kwicky Koala's Aussie Food Truck.

Among the weirder spoils of Yogi Bear's plundering of tourist picnic baskets back in Jellystone Park: Tonic water. And the quinine alone is enough for Yogi, in taking an initial gulp of the plunder, to go into spit gag mode, with Boo-Boo laughing hilariously.

And you wonder where the Scooby Snax Works are ... anywhere near the legendary Skunk Works, as in Kickapoo Joy Juice?

The Skatebirds trying that Japanese isotonic Pocari Sweat once to cool down following some inline skating practive, unaware that the taste is somewhat acquired for the most part. And they took the powder straight, unaware that such needed to be mixed with water beforehand.

Square Bear's Invisible Motorcycle, with the Hair Bears aboard, actually pacing some "chopper" from Autocat, only to find Autocat even more peeved compared to when Motormouse outpaces him in significant measure. Perhaps blame it on the defiance of physics inherent in the Invisible Motorcycle.

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Stuff we Old Hanna-Barberians must certainly enjoy imagining, if but for the sake of whimsy

Peter Potamus' Uncharted Polynesia sojourns including a diving experience as featured a live dolphin birth, and in open water besides, making such more fascinating.

The Banana Splits suddenly taking a liking to Camp Coffee and Chicory Essence made with hot milk in the mornings as much as the evenings--sometimes providing plenty of inspiration for concert tour or album ideas.

What exactly gives Inch High, Private Eye relaxation between cases, even allowing for his Liliputian size.

Touché Turtle--finally!--getting a chance to put his fencing prowess to the test with The Goofy Guards, even considering that Touché's bent-tip foil is balanced for both hands (though we wonder whether those of Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey are weighted to favour, say, the right hand in combat).

The Skatebirds, as a precaution against dodgy inline skate repair shops, keeping in readiness a little self-repair kit in case no reliable repair shops are available--especially on extended trips. And also eating chicken tenders with the fingers.

Ruff and Reddy leading a road trip of the Cushman Scooter Club of America, especially in connexion with their annual convention.

Fancy-Fancy, more or less the Don Juan of the Top Cat clowder, having designs on mating with at least one female from every breed of cat recognised by the Cat Fanciers' Association to the extent that resources permit.

Punkin Puss and his girlfriend taking some "quality time" beside some spring in the Ozarks country in the midst of some powerful warm weather--including some diving experiences as sees him find some freshwater pearls.

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