I do not own Frisky or Corny
Scratch Cat is on his computer.
Tic: What are you looking up?
Scratch Cat: Nothing (he's looking up a huge list of cuss words)
Tic: I know you're lying.
Scratch Cat: Uh...the alphabet! (now he's on FaceBook)
Tic: LET ME SEE THAT COMPUTER! (snatches it away)
Tic: Oh...you're on FaceBook. (gives computer back)
On the computer...
sCat: Sup (this is Scratch Cat)
FryKat: Just on my laptop (this is Frisky)
sCat: Here's a cool link with all the cuss words! (This link is not real) cusswords.com
FryKat: Why are you posting this stuff, Scratch Cat? You're only 7.
sCat: Heres a cool song!
FryKat: I'm going to the dance. Be back!
Scratch Cat leaves with Tic's iPod
He saw Corny somewhere, playing the All-New Super Video Game Trump Edition 2000 or something.
Scratch Cat: Have you seen-um-FryKat?
Corny: Who the heck is Fry Cat?
Scratch Cat: (rolls eyes) The guy going to the dance!
Corny: Go to his house bro