(gasps) They're coming down the aisles! What if they want to
interact with me? Looking through my purse, looking through my purse,
keep walking, monkey!
Alvin Seville:
Don't worry, StepMom Mimi, they all pass by.
Cast:
Itchy-Scratchy, Itchy-Itchy-Scratchy,
Itchy-Scratchy, Itchy-Itchy-Scratchy,
(cont'd over following)
Singing Cat:
From the day you were born in the alley,
To the day you were hit by a car,
There's cream to drink and mice to eat
And great big balls of yarn.
It's the circle,
The circle of—
Itchy:
KNIFE! (Itchy as a baby runs around giggling and curring off the Old Cat's arms and legs.)
Vanellope von Schweetz:
I love the use of streamers as blood. It robs the violence of its power.
Alvin Seville:
Woo-hoo! I'm drenched in "blood"!
Scratchy:
I don't know why I trust him.
I guess some cats just never learn.
Itchy:
I feel so good when I have crushed him,
Or left him mangled, maimed and burned.
Both:
I suppose it's symbiotic,
And perhaps a bit erotic.
Scratchy:
'Cause pain is my narcotic.
Itchy:
You really liked it?
Scratchy:
Yes, I loved it.
Both:
And that's why we're always
Itchy:
Fighting...
Scratchy:
And biting...
Itchy:
And dynamite igniting!
Flash Sentry:
Hey, look at this! I'know he like kill us or somethin'.
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