Tipper: You don’t have to yell.
CHICKIE! I’m CHICKIE! An’ I’m FIERCE!
Tipper: Yes. Yes, she is.
~Chickie runs at Tipper and smacks him in the face, then races under the couch~
Poppy says I’m into everyfing, but I’m also ONTO it. I’m on ALLA FINGS! Look at all dese fings I’m on!
Oh, an’ lotsa beds, too! An’ stuff!
Tipper: And my nerves.
~Chickie arches her back, turns sideways to Tipper, and stiff-leg-hops up to him, then runs away. Tipper chases her. Chickie chases him. She smacks him, runs away, comes back and smacks him, runs away, pounces on him from hiding, runs away. He catches her and holds her down and pretends to bite her until she gets mad and yells for Poppy. Poppy calls Tipper a scoundrel and puts Chickie upstairs and closes the door~
Youuuu got in trouuuuuble! …I want to come back down and play some more.
Tipper: So sorry for you, you poor sweet innocent angel.
~Tipper takes a nap~
PROPT PROMPT FOR AMINALS ANIMALS: How do you play wif your brudders or sisters or hoomans?