Cupcake: You aren’t going to touch my tummy, Mr. Newton!
Newton: You wanna bet, kid? I can see all that soft white fur, and my paw is on its way to tummyland now.
Pierre: What’s all that racket?
Pierre: What does a cat have to do for some peace and quiet around here?
Cupcake: Sorry, Mr. Pierre.
Pierre: I’m going to hide in the closet laundry basket. You two keep it down.
Cupcake: * WHACK * Gotcha while you were looking at Pierre!
Newton: Oh, kid, now you really did it.
Newton: That tummy is going to be toast.
Cupcake: Not if I have anything to say about it!