I got fired today. I’d jaywalk but I can’t
afford getting a ticket. (children’s laughter) Nooooooooooooooo Change you stupid light.
Augh! A cat? Or maybe a dog… Huh… Guhhhhh! Guhhhh! GUHHHH! I’m such a loser. Oof!
My gutsss… my gutsss… Coming! Hey. Hey, Deckard.
I heard you lost your job. Oh… uh, yeah. Too bad I can’t make a career
out of getting fired, right? I’d be… like, a CEO or a manager? Which one’s more impressive? Which one’s more impressive? President? Are you going to be OK?… Gahhhh! Ooooooo…
Oh My God! Blehhhh… Oh my God! Wait! I have stuff for your stuff… I got you some ice for your crotch! I’m shoving the crotch ice under the door! Oh. You’re awake. Wanna split a cassarole? (dream music) Oh, hello. Well, well… (PuppyCat speaking) What…? Ah!… WAIT! Where are you guys going? Why does this make me feel so sad? (shattering) AAAAAHHHH BAD DREAM! AAAHHHHH YOU WERE THERE! AAAAHHH LASAGNA’S GONE. (phone alarm ringing) Mmmm?
AAAAHHHH I’M LATE! Okaaaay, You have no documentable skills. You
didn’t manage to finish schooling past High School. Work history spotty, at best. This
is a temp agency not a charity. We… Hello? Uh-huh, no. I didn’t know that he had
a peanut allergy. Okay, well you know, if it’s just a little bit of swelling then, then
just get him away from the peanuts and, and it’ll be over in about a half hour. Otherwise, call
an ambulance. Thank you, yep, bye. You took too long. Now your candy’s gone.
That’s what happens. BKOWWWWW! (PuppyCat speaking)
Ummm… no… thank you. Hey, dude… I got you presennnntsss! The
pet store I used to work at is going out of business. Haha! Lucky us. So… lemme see… I got you a bone… and wrapped a toy mouse
around it… A blanket… Eggplant pillow… dog food… cat food?… Shampoo… a leash…
and rain boots! Heh heh, yeah… Yeah… (grumble) Crap! I ran out of food money! Relax, man. I’m not gonna eat YOUR food. (music) Aaaaaaah . . . AAAaaahhh . . . AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Stop. No hitting. There better not be anything scary cryptic written in here… I will scream SO. LOUD… And then totally lose my marbles… Pretty
stationary though. Dear PuppyCat… Is that you? Please report to fishbowl space for temp.
work. Sign below. Oh, lemme get you a pen… (jingle) Uhhhh? Hello? …Hello? Anybody here? I’ve been left behind… I’m all alone… Am I not good enough? (fart)