Nose Marie, Freddie and others in “Nose Marie Day”

Oh. This pampered life is boring.

Oh. Sounds like a certain sleepy head needs a nap.

(yawning) Yeah, but I can’t fall asleep with a bedtime story.

Then your all sit right back and listen, Freddie. Bedtime stories are my specialty. “Once Upon a little old Time…”

Stop! Don’t say another word.

What?

It’s your day off, remember? We’re doing all your chores for you.

Including bedtime stories.

(pushing Nose Marie to the door) So go relax, Nose Marie.

Oh, fiddly dee! This relaxing is becoming downright exhausting. (sighs)

But who’s going to tell me a story?

(as an old man) The little old storyteller me. Oh, Freddie, my pup. Did I ever tell you about the time I barked at a kitty? Uh, no. I mean a tiger… No, no, no. Was the cat monsters from Mars?

Never.

Oh, by cracking! (imagining he was soaring across the milky way in his ship) Them on days. Well, there I was soaring across the street. No. The milky way. When suddenly, they attacked the monster cats. They bombarded my ship with giant killer furballs. Of course, I put up a food fight.

Take that, and that, and that! Oh, by cracking the fur was really flying. Yes, free! Oh, I thought it was a goner.

You’re all gonna be goners if you don’t clean up this mess and pronto.

Sure thing, Cooler. Sorry.

This never happens when Nose Marie tells the story. (hoovering up the feathers) I wish Mother’s Day was over.

Yeah. Then Nose Marie could clean up this mess.