Many look looks, if they has bums at oo (not like ickUl!), has beany bums. Mine am beany, makes a ’spish’ noise when you taps eet, not that I is encouragin spankin my beans! I ooso has beany hooves, which am quite commoo. Has led to look looks bein refer to as ‘fluffnbeans’ as oppose to fleshnblood animoos.

When the Jazz came an viseet us in Plymoo, her help us come up with very saucy innooendoo type moophemism: roast my beans! Am like how coffee beans am roasteed befoo them am drinked, but sounds like dooboo-entendroo, like, “suits yoo sir! Roast my beans!” The Jazz am very naughtoo, an this am why we grubs her.

Beans am a great woo. Some yumanses thinks what eet am not approprioo to have swearin oo the time, cocksuckoo, but yoo can say beans whenevoo yoo wants! Like Jack Booer on Twenty-Foo am a total badbeans, him kick beans and take names. Him not sit aroo on hims beans oo day, him tortoo them terrooist beansholes, him wipe hims beans with them. Unfortunateloo, most o hims bossees turns out to be beanshats.

Mr. Eaf am not sure about the woo badbeans. Him think eet kind o like Mexicoo food what makes yoos tummy feel grumbly the next day.

Is in big, big trouboo today becoo I allowed The Grr to smuggoo me into the bed last night for purposees o snugglin an sniffin my fluff. Mr. Eaf not like havin look looks in bed, even with great big bed the size o a Queen! Him say what eet am like undergroo railroo o look looks. Do that make him The Man? You knows, the one what made the oroo sloo troo.

Thinks I made eet worse by demandin a kiss from the Mr. Eaf. But you would understoo! Him am grubbly, an we look looks does grub him. Him say him not like havin things demandeed. Specialloo from look looks what am personoo non gratoo, thinks me.

Ooh dear.

The Grr: If you woke up one day and found there were no look looks in this house, would you be worried? Would you miss them?

Mr. Eaf: I’d suspect a look looknapper.

The Grr: A looknapper!

Mr. Eaf: Or alien abduction.

[paws]

Maybe not alien abduction, just that they came for all the intelligent life on earth.

The Grr: Food’s ready!

Pause. (That am ‘pause’ like ‘waitin’, not ‘paws’ like ‘what the Squeege have instead o hooves’.)

The Grr: If you don’t come and get your dinner, I’ll feed it to Manuel!

Mr. Eaf: You wouldn’t!

Manwoo: I not eat eet anywoo, becoo I grubs yoo.

Paws.

Manwoo: An becoo I not has a mouf.