Condolences to those with lost, sick, or angeled telephone sales crew...
 
"Hello?  HELLO?  What?  You want me to buy WHAT?  Why are you laughing?
Who is this?" [Suddenly, the ferrets can be seen scrambling to hang up
the phone and put things back to look something like normal, as Todd
comes back downstairs...]
 
The scene opens with the silhouettes of nekkid ferrets swimming in the
background and the sound of thousands of tiny little ferret voices,
trying very hard to "OOOoooohhh!" in tune.  There are flashes of light
and the infamous Todd can be seen, chasing ferret all around the living
room, as they try to keep him from getting the television remote.  He
does a flip over the coffee table, a roll-and-tumble across the
diningroom floor and summersaults over the end table, cutting off their
escape route!
 
He grabs the remote (OK, he tugs and tugs and tugs and they finally let
go, causing him to land on his own unfurry butt), then scoops up the
offending furchildren in one arm and plops them in their cage.
 
Then, like a whirling dervish, he pulls out their cage, scoops out the
litter box, changes the newspapers, plucks some stray fur from a hammock,
puts the cage back and comes to a sudden stop.  Litter flies everywhere.
"I've *GOT* to learn to not stop so suddenly!" sweepsweepsweepsweep.
"That's got it!"
 
Now...for the *NEXT* bunch of demons!
 
Oh...by the way...that cauldron is WAAAAAY too small for me to fit in....
fear not.  As long as they keep feedin' me raisins, I'm not in any hurry
to escape.
 
---
Todd and the Fuzzbutt Rodeo Clowns
 
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[Posted in FML issue 4613]