When the cats are away the mice want to have a rave

We have been incredibly lucky of late. All of last week the Hutt was away. We didn't get yelled at for no apparent reason or glared at just for existing. It did mean that Shoes has been an absolute control freak but you take what you can get. 

That was great, but then both the Hutt and Shoes have been gone for two days straight at some conference or something. We're not clear on the details. We stopped listening after "the Hutt and Shoes will be away." It's been the best two days in Tartarus ever. We've been laughing. Laughing!

Fun time for Spoof and Speck!

We've been flinging little plastic bugs across the desk at each other. We had secret doughnut parties. (Now you should start singing that to the tune of "Secret Agent Man." You know you want to. We sing every time we say "secret doughnut party.")

Imagine them wearing little fedoras and lurking in dark corners.

It was, quite possibly, the most fun anyone has ever had in Tartarus. Sadly, all good things end. Shoes and the Hutt come back tomorrow and we have to be on our best behavior again. We can feel the stress rising up just thinking about it.