Mrs. Mouse’s Late Night Voice Message
By ChubbySong321
THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPT OF A VOICE MESSAGE LEFT ON THE PHONE OF MRS.MOUSE:
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Mr. V.M: Hello. This is Mr. Vern Min, the rat director of Camp Sheddaview, the camp for portly cubs. I’m calling about your daughter, Cindy Mouse. Unfortunately there’s been a bit of an…incident…
A Young Girl In The Background: *GRRRRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAANNN…BURRRRRRP* ‘Scuse me!
Mr. V.M: *SIGHS* You see, as you yourself witnessed, your plump, 10 year old, daughter was placed in a nice cabin with a chubby, 9 year old, gerbil girl and an obese, 11 year old, robin girl…
A Young Girl In The Background: MMMmmm…That robin had fat in ALL the best places. She was so….
Mr. V.M: QUIET! You’re in SOOO much trouble, young lady! *AHEM* I’m sorry about that Mrs. Mouse. Anyways, we were a bit overbooked this year, you know how big cubs are getting these days, and needed to double up with all our campers. So we had to add 1 more cub to your daughter’s cabin…
A Young Girl In The Background: Oh! Was her daughter the mouse? She was the best 1 of them all *DROOLING*
Mr. V.M: *ANNOYED GROAN* As I was saying, we added 1 more girl to your daughter’s cabin: a, particularly plump, 12 year old, calico, kitten named Tammy. Now, normally we’re not in the habit of placing cats with mice, but as I said…
Tammy (The Young Girl In The Background): *BUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP* WOW! That as a BIG 1!
Mr. V.M: Ohhhh...you are in SOOO much TROUBLE, young lady!!!! *AHEM* As I said Mrs. Mouse, we were pretty overbooked this year and needed the space. Now the reason I’m bring all of this up is to get to the…mishap that took place
Tammy: *BUUUURRRRRRRP* Sorry…I can’t help it!
Mr. V.M: *SIGHS* As you know, we are very serious here at Camp Sheddaview about slimming down our cubs. So we make sure to place them on a heavy exercise regimen and only feed them the smallest portions of low-fat foods. Our methods have proven results, but it can leave some cubs feeling a bit…peckish from time to time…
Tammy: “Peckish”!?! I’m WASTING AWAY here!!! *SLOSHING SOUNDS AS IF COMING FROM A BIG BELLY* Besides, what’s the big deal? I LIKE being nice and fluffy~
Mr. V.M: *ANNOYED GROAN* I don’t care if you LIKE being FAT! Now quiet down, young lady! *AHEM* I know I’m going on, but it’s necessary for you to understand exactly what happened with your daughter. You see…l-l-little Tammy got quite hungry last night. Being 12 years old, Tammy is a tween. As you know, even the most petite of tweens have quite large appetites...
Tammy: Yeah! I’m a *URRRP* growing girl. I gotta eat! And I’m still SOOOOO HUNGRY!!! *A LARGE GROWL AS IF FROM A MASSIVE STOMACH*
Mr. V.M: *GRRRRRR**SIGHS* So it seems Tammy decided to have a bit of a…well…
Tammy: *BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP*
Mr. V.M: …Midnight snack involving her cabin mates. I d-d-don’t have all the details on what took place, but, as I understand it, Tammy began with the 9 year old gerbil…
Tammy: *URP* Not bad, but could’ve used some extra salt
Mr. V.M: *SIGHS*…Before she moved on to the 11 year old robin…
Tammy: MMMM…so nice and fatty. Still, she needed a bit more to her. Maybe some ketchup, or something
Mr. V.M: *SIGHS EVEN LOUDER THAN BEFORE*…After all of that, it seems that Tammy made a move on your daughter. It was, in fact, how we found the bloated kitten. With Cindy’s tail sticking out of her mouth
Tammy: *URRP* That mouse was the best. SOOOO yummy! Still, I’d probably add some barbeque sauce. That’d be the prefect flavor…
Mr. V.M: *GROWLS* SHUT UP YOU BLOATED FAT CUB!!! You’re not getting 1 more piece of FOOD! Not as long as I’M running THIS CAMP!!! *AHEM?* Sorry, Mrs. Mouse. Now, of course, the staff tried to pull Cindy back out, but given what a glutton this tween butterball is, they weren’t able to…HEY!!! What are you DOING!?! Spit my hand out THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!!!
Tammy: *SLURPING NOSES*
Mr. V.M: *STRUGGLES* Let...me...GO!!!! You fat kitten!!! Stop it RIGHT NOW!!! I mean it, young lady! I said...AAAHHHHH
*SOUNDS OF THE PHONE HITTING AGAINST SOMETHING LIKE A TABLE*
Tammy: *SLURP**CHEW**GULP**SWALLLOW**BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP*
*SOUNDS OF THE PHONE VIBRATING AGAINST THE SERFACE IT WAS SITTING ON IN TIME WITH THE BELCH*
Tammy: Yummy! *URRRRRRRP* Oh, yeah!
*SOUNDS OF THE PHONE BEING PICKED BACK UP*
“Mr. V.M”:*SOUNDING SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A YOUNG GIRL TRYING TO SOUND LIKE AN ADULT MAN* Oh, yes, Mrs. Mouse. I’m *URRRRP* sorry about that. It seems I…uh…*URRRP* made a mistake. You’re daughter…um…the tasty mouse girl, wasn’t eaten at all. She just…um*URRRRRRP* …‘Scuse me…wants you to come see her as fast as you can with any brothers and sister she has…Oh, yeah! And bring some barbeque sauce with you. Anything *BURRRRRRRRRRP* that would be super yummy with mice. *BURRRRRRP* Gotta go. Bye!
Phone Answering Service: *BEEP* To REPLAY this MESSAGE, press 1. To REPLY to this MESSAGE, press 2. To FIND places where YOU can purchase “BARBEQUE SAUSE” nearby, press 3
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