Phoebe: What is this stuff?
Darien: Food.
Phoebe: No it isn't.
Darien: Yes, it it. *grabs the can off the counter* Says right on the label: CAT FOOD.
Phoebe: Eww. Would you eat this stuff?
Darien: No. I'm not a cat.
Phoebe: Well, neither am I.
Darien: Yes you are.
Phoebe: Not originally.
Darien: But you are now. And I'm not feeding a third person.
Phoebe: You already are, though! Michael's almost always over, and so is Kira! Not to mention your girlfriend who has seven stomachs. . . .
Darien: Phoebe . . .
Phoebe: All I'm saying is that you're already feeding five people, why not feed one more?
Darien: No. You are a cat. You will be treated like a cat.
*Phoebe's cresent moon bald spot begins to glow*
Phoebe as a rhino: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: No! The floor!
Phoebe as a snake: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Stop it.
Phoebe as a bunny: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Stop it, Phoebe.
Phoebe as a seal: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Phoebe . . .
Phoebe as a lioness: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: I said stop it.
Phoebe as a panda: Not now, I'm not.
*The front door can be heard opening and closing, but neither notice the intruder.*
Darien: How many times must I tell you!
Phoebe as a mouse: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Last warning.
Phoebe as a hippo: Not now, I'm not.
*The intruder hears the commotion in the kitchen and checks to see what's happening.*
Celeste: Darien, what's goi--
Darien: Stop.
Phoebe as an emu: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Phoebe . . .
Phoebe as a camel: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Now.
Phoebe as a hawk: Not now, I'm not.
*Celeste quietly walks away.*
Darien: Stop it.
Phoebe as a bear: Not now, I'm not.
*The front door is heard opening and closing in the background.*
Darien: *gritting his teeth* Stop . . .
Phoebe as a kangaroo: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: It . . .
Phoebe as a piggy: Not now, I'm not.
Darien: Now.
Phoebe as a fox: Fine. *changes into her human form (don't worry, she's fully clothed)* I'll get some myself.
Darien: No.
Phoebe: What do you mean, "no?"
Darien: I mean no. You can't. I can't afford a sixth person!
Phoebe: Then I'll go somewhere where they'll feed me some real food.
Darien: You don't have any money. . . . *He quickly reaches for his wallet, as he recognizes Phoebe's evil plan . . .* Phoebe!
Phoebe: Ha! *running from the kitchen, and rushing to the front door*
Darien: You can't hold that transformation forever! *He tackles her as she reaches for the door knob, and they crash to the floor.*
Phoebe *while wrestling for the wallet*: Ack! Get off!
Darien *while wrestling for the wallet*: Give me my wallet!
Phoebe *while wrestling for the wallet*: No! You're trying to feed me cat food! I won't stand for it!
Darien *while wrestling for the wallet*: Drop it, Phoebe!
*A bright flash of light interrupts the argument.*
Phoebe as a cat: Drat.
Darien: I told you that you couldn't hold the transformation forever! All that senseless changing sucked you dry! I won!
*The door opens and Celeste enters.*
Celeste: Has it calmed down yet?
Phoebe: Yoink. *She snatches the wallet and dashes out the door with it clamped between her teeth.*
Darien: Darn it.
Celeste: What's up with her?
Darien: She doesn't like what I tried to give her to eat.
Celeste: You didn't try to give her cat food, did you? Honestly, I thought you would have more common sense than that. . . .
Darien: She's a cat.
Celeste: Not originally.
Okay, this one was a lot shorter, because we decided that we make them too long sometimes. Well, not this time!
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