As Mom and Dad leave, we hear Mom still ranting...
Mom: "You know, it's not that that toy is just old, dirty and disgusting!...
...It's probably covered in germs! It'll give her scabies or something! Probably kill her! Then what will you say??!"
The Curly Fuzz Poodle sits up! Why, he's alive! Alive I tell you! He heard the whole wretched thing!
And he's got something to say about it!
He pulls his string (God it feels good) and a garbled voice box says very slowly: "I........L o v e .................Y o u...."Whoops! That's not it!
He tries again
Fuzz Poodle: "Y'know she's right! I AM old and disgusting! I'm nothing but a worthless...
(repeat) piece of..."
SHTUNK! The pull cord reels back in before he can finish his sentence. He sputters, trying to get the rest out. "PPP...PP...PPP..." (This is a constant frustration for him)
He yanks the string again and finishes the sentence really fast before the cord can retreat back into its rusty hole.
His lips flap frenziedly to get the notion out.
"piece of crap that will probably give Roxy a disease and kill her and it'll be all my fault for being a selfish old filthy bag of moldy stuffing!"
"Whew!" That was a toughy.
to be continued...