Mail Call
Animal Control: Thud... Thud.. Mail man.... (Knocking on soggy cardboard palace)
Animal Control: Um.... is this the residence of Skippy D Squirrel
Scout: Skippy isn't decent. Come back next never.
Animal Control: I have a package for him... err. her.... err.. it. Can you sign for it.
Scout: Do I sound deaf to you?
Animal Control: No. No. What I meant was can you take the package?
Scout: That's your job. Aren't you making the big bucks?
Animal Control: No. We've had some cut backs since you mailed the post master general..
Scout: This isn't about the stamps? I used my best boots.
Animal Control: No, the boys have been wanting to walk on that man's face since last Christmas. Is Skippy here or not?
Scout: Nahhh.... his pal got squirrel napped by some $%$#^^& in a post worker get up. I think he's blowing up the guy's house. He got a warrant too. I think the charge was 2.3 pounds, but our scale is broke.
Animal Control: Sound of car door slamming...
