What's inside the door that's ajar over there? Cool!
A party! Party aftermath, maybe? Well, it's three o'clock in the morning and everybody's asleep here. Hmm. I wonder what the celebration was all about. Clues, clues. . . .
Oh, here's a pile of used razors. Hmm. And a few pigs sleeping under blankets. Okay. Lots of empty bottles. Check. A group of napping cats which smells like shampoo, next to an empty can of Band Aids. Well, it looks to me like a Super Cat party for sure. Now, who. . . .
Good grief! I'm
a Super Cat. Geez, I didn't even notice. Oh, brother, I'll bet they threw this party for me â€” and I'm just now showing up. I'll never hear the end of this!
Let me set this stack of images down over here. Maybe they'd like to see some pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar! Great idea! Yes, I'm sure they're all Buffy the Vampire Slayer
fans. Won't they be thrilled when they wake up and find life-sized cardboard Buffys all over the place!
If it wasn't so late I'd work on filling these Buffy blow-up dolls. But I'd start coughing and then the dormant would begin to stir. . . . No, we don't want to disturb anybody. Yet.
Well, I'll just tiptoe on out of here and come back after sunrise. Way after sunrise, it looks like. I'm really sorry to have missed all the fun. Come to think of it, maybe I'll just recline here in the corner with these trolls and dream about Buffy on Mars or something. . . .