Francis: (thinking hard about snax)
Francis: Hey, hey, hey, Wake up, did you hear the winds?
Ethan: What? Get your paw off my nose.
Francis: what if the powers go out?
Ethan: They won’t.
Francis: What if we run out of snax?
Ethan: we won’t.
Francis: what if it’s aliens?
Ethan: it’s not.
Francis: aren’t you scared?
Ethan: whatever will be will be.
Francis: what about tomorrows?
Ethan: the future is not ours to see.
Francis: will you sing to me?
Francis: Uh ohs, it’s time for some snackeroones. Hey pops, What about some ham-burglars
Ethan: You, you mean burgers?
Francis: Yeahs burglars
Ethan: (gets buns, singing)
Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie.
Pancakes piled up ’till they reach the sky.
Francis: (singing) Wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak
Ethan: bun down!
Ethan: Then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order!
Ethan: Hey, where’s your brother ?
Simon: Beats me…
Ethan: Use your nose…
Simon: Someone’s making hamburgers….
Francis: Look at you, floof. No one’s got you like you do. You’re no pattern or repeat. Look at this fluff…(scratches belly) eat the snax, you’re worth it.
Ethan: uhm France? You ok?
France: I’m just fluffing myself up.
Ethan: well, uhm, I’m going to bed…good night I guess .
Ethan: (steps in something…) what the?? Ugh…FRANCIS! Francis Cash! Get in here!
Francis: What did I do?
Ethan: Why did you not use your litter box? Oh my god, it’s everywhere…this is carpet man.
(Starts to clean it up.)
Wait, this isn’t sh$t this is olives…
Simon: Yeah, I wouldn’t eat those, they’re gross and disgusting.
Francis: Atleast he tries new tings.
Simon: the cheeses were good tho.
Ethan: man, I was saving these…
Ethan: Man, look at us, are we not handsome fellas. Let’s take a picture.
Francis: Foils! This stinks!
Simon: No, like this! As still as a statue….
Francis: Good luck at the job today…I know what it’s like in the City….Covid and the weather…
Ethan: Would you look at this wise guy, Simon? I’ve been working every day for a year and he knows what it’s like out there…
Francis: I wish I could go with you.
Ethan: I tell you what, I’ll stay here and you can go to the job.
Francis: cough cough …I don’t think my pet deposit covers that. . .
Francis: (shuffling in the room)
Ok pops, we’ve got to get you moving. It’s time to get you out there, you’re not getting any younger you know.
Ethan: What are you talking about?
Simon: we set you up an adoption profile. So you can get adopted.
Ethan: say that again? And you better be looking for a new place to live while you’re at it…
Francis: Ok, so what’s some good qualities…you’re house broke, you’re good with kids…qualities…qualities …I’ve got nothing …
Simon: He’s a good hunter…and he likes to walk.
Francis: He is good with the snacks, and couch snuggling. Do we have any fish? Or cammo? He’s gonna have to hold something so they know he’s a catch.
Ethan: Guys! No! Delete it. What? This is for PETS! And I’m fine! I’m happy.
Francis: Hmmm I’m unconvinced but if you insist.
Ethan: I insist, I’ve got this. Really. I do. Everything is fine.
Francis: have you seen the news!
Ethan: What did I tell you about watching the news…
Francis: It’s the end of the worlds…there’s no point of snax anymore.
Ethan: Then don’t read the news.
Ethan: Listen, your reason for snax, was made up by guys like me. To sell snax. There’s never been a point to anything.
Francis: You stole that from Adsmen.
Ethan: 1st it’s madmen and yes, because it’s true. The only thing you’re competing with is yourself.
Francis: So I should zoom faster and take more naps?