Mama is crying all the time, but she's hiding crying. Whenever the Toe Game Boy comes in, she sucks it up and tries to act normal. But if Rar Rar or Daddy or Boy come in, she'll still cry.
Something is Rotten In Denmark.
Toe Game Boy is talking a lot, and usually he's pretty quiet. He's packing all his stuff into plastic boxes, but leaving it in his room. He keeps talking about this Japan place. But he talks about Australian girls there. I don't understand. About exchanging.
Is he going to trade Australian girls in Japan? Toe Game Boy might do that. He likes girls. All girls. Especially me.
But he also bought all these new clothes. And they're not old nasty holey clothes. They're pretty clothes. And he smells good. And he got new shoes, but he keeps them in a box so I can't chew the leather.
I love the taste of leather in the morning.
Then there's these two HUGE red bags. Me and Pepper and Sheba and Truffles and Mama could all fit in one of the bags. Toe Game Boy keeps talking about an airport and airplane and laptop.
I got news for him. I've seen his lap and that bag is way bigger than his lap.
Maybe he'll put an Australian girl on his laptop. In Japan. Hmmm.
Maybe it should say "Something is Rotten In Japan". Or something Rotten will be when Toe Game Boy gets there.
Japan.
I just don't get it.
Yet.
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