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"Hey, are you that Paul Bunyan Mom reads to us about?" Lucy asks Jeff as she cranes her neck to look up at him. |
"Yum! Nothing tastes as good as Little Feet," Luis remarks, "but it's no little feat to get that whole thing in my mouth." |
"Hey, look, Monica," Larsen says, "my tail can almost reach your ear." |
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"Just an inch" Larsen informs. "One more inch is all I need. Then that couch is mine!" |
Three Peas in a Pod.
Subtitle: Three Spoiled Brats on an Air Conditioning Vent
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"You smell like Chanel No. 5, Buka," Larsen sniffs. |
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"I just saw the movie '101 Humans,'" Luis says. "It was hilarious!" |
See Lukas run. |
"Maybe if I look cherubic, they won't notice the stuffing coming out of the toy," Luis schemes. |
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How many toys can one puppy, such as Luis, stockpile? |
"Now, where did I leave that bone?" Lukas wonders. |
"Wait a minute," says Luis. "That toy over there looks yummier than the 20 I have here." |
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"It's a long way up there to the Tootsie Roll center." |
"Hey, Larsen," Luis wants to know, "do you think they will hire me as the drum major?" |
"I'm faster than you are," Drake gloats. "You might get everybody else's shoes, but I saved mine from your clutches." |
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"Hey, Kathryn," Lucy remarks, "there's room in them thar arms for me, too! |
L. B. & Lukas train for military service. They want to join the K-9 Officers' Squad. |
"Pass the ketchup, please," Luis requests. "This tail is kind of bland." |
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"Come on, Drake," Larsen begs. "Stand up and dance with me!" |
Lucy blocks Lukas. Lukas now is concerned about losing his contract with the Washington Pupskins. |
Larsen says, "I didn't do it. Whatever it is I didn't do it. I shouldn't be behind bars. So I'll just go ahead and sleep for a while." |
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"Hey, Ma! Do I have your permission to eat my brother?" Lucy asks.
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"Slow down so I can take a bite out of that knee," says Larsen.
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"I don't care what kind of trouble you want to get into," Kathryn lets Larsen know, "if you think you're getting away from me, you have another think coming!"
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"Who wants toys," Luis wonders, "when it's so much more fun to chew on my siblings?" |
"Does this mean you are my own personal chauffeur?" Larsen asks Drake. |
"How do you like my beach blanket? Next I'm adding an umbrella," L. B. notes. "How do you think I would be as a lifeguard?" |
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"Oh, brother," Larsen says on Jeff's lap, "how much longer do I have to be a lap dog?"
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"Hmm. Which end do I eat first?" Larsen tries to decide.
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The Stealth Pouncer
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"Uh-oh. Camera," Larsen says as he tries to figure out where to run. |
L. B. takes dance lessons.
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"My, what sharp teeth you have," the stuffed animal tells Lucy. |
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"Once this kiss makes its way to your head," Larsen tells Drake, "you will be inducted into the Knight Society." |
"I am the Guard of the Recliner," Larsen informs Drake. "You stay down there in the moat." |
"Do you think Teddy will need open stuffing surgery when we're through whith him?" Lucy asks Lukas. |
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"Hey, could somebody please give me just a little lift?" Lucy asks. |
"This is my toy!" Lucy says. "Get your own!" |
"Oh, darn! Bring those toes back here, Drake," demands Lucy. |
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"Ready! Set! Go!" now has an alternate title: Butt in air. Paws on paper. Chew! |
"What is the salary for Guard of the Table," L. B. inquires. "Are there benefits?" |
Princess Lucy and her soft throne |
