Who let the tuwds out? woof-----woof

We have a problem!

There are tuwds on the floor.

We're not sure who did it.

But we have our suspicions.

We're sort of worried.

Will Daddy-Man and Lady-Mom scold us when they come home and find tuwds on the floor?

 

Agent "C" says we should tell them a burglar broke in and did it.

Professor Whizbang, here, says we should blame the horses for it.

Personally, I'm going to say I was looking the other way when the tuwds showed up.

Or maybe I was sleeping at the time.

And I'm so cute, they'll probably believe me.

That's called pawsible deniability.

Oh, well. . .

Shit happens.

Coming March 7

Top Secret Undercover Secret Agent

Hello, the name's James. James Cocker.

I'm also secretly secret agent P-doubleO-P, but don't tell anyone because it's a secret.

I might look cute and cuddly, but you'll notice I have a license to kill.

So, don't mess with me.

Let me introduce you to my staff.

This is "M," or MonkeyJohn. He thinks he's the boss but he's only in charge of petting and poopscooping.

When he's sober, anyway.

This is Miss MommyLady. She's the real boss and is in charge of feeding and fussing over the agents.

This is our associate, Agent Sister. She's from the F.B.I.

F.B.I. -- Face Bends Inexplicably

Here's Agent Sebastian. He doesn't know his numbers, yet.

He's in charge of Home Base Security.

This is Agent Squeak, the token cat.

This is agent "C". She's in charge of the secret weapon.

GAS!

Whoa!

Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.