“But Zaidy I don’t understand is it your story or moshes story”
“Yonaleh, zat is vat happens ven you let Pupoh into ze Shtory again. Now let me continue.”
Nancy knew that the bein hazmanim radio waves could jeopardize her remaining 6 lives and she would be joining Vladimir in cat-olam haba. Feh! He was a grumpy old cat anyhow and she didn’t miss him much, that old tuna-breathed, mangy cuss. Besides, although she chose to transport everyone to the time of the first bais hamikdash, she realized that the lazy 21st-century humans were unsuited to hard work requiring physical labor other than pushing virtual buttons. She paused to groom her flank then spoke to the crowd.
“People, listen up. And someone get me some catnip. There’s a crisis brewing in Tinseltown, a massive crisis. The holiday movie releases are coming out and, if I must say so myself, they are all B-O-R-I-N-G. No masterful felines (as in “Bringing Up Baby”) and no cartoon cats (as in the intro to “The Pink Panther”).” She licked her tail suddenly with a convulsive movement that caused the humans to shrink back. “We’re here, back in time, to rectify this foul (and I don’t mean chickens or turkeys) situation.”
“Now here’s the plan.”