|Hey Rumpy. You better hide. Dad is on the warpath!|
Goodness, why could that be my little brofur?
|He found out what you did to his tissues!|
|Tut-tut I will send my protege to deal with this|
Talk to the Tail Rumpy! No Way
|I ask you, whats a few tissues when balanced against |
a be-loved furs pleasure
|It had kittens on the box. |
I could argue it is a toy fur our entertainment.
Have at it Buttons
You aren't getting me wrapped into this Rumpy... Uh-Oh too late
RUMPY! Where are you?
|Maybe I better get to my hidey-hole just in case...|
Buttons where is that boy Rumpy?
Um, Er, Ah
Rumpy Bump Stumpnots