Gir’s Lost Piggy, who had been munching on a forgotten Cheeto, suddenly levitated. Her fur bristled, and from her tiny mouth came not a squeak, but a perfectly clear, robotic phrase:
Oswald, the one-eyed cat, merely stretched, yawned, and in a voice that sounded like a tired Tom Kenny, said: "First time?" nickelodeon animal friends
Oswald sighed. "No, Piggy. No blowing up." He padded over to the control panel for the slime geyser. "Maya, hit the big red button that says 'SING-ALONG.' It’s the only frequency that overrides Retro-ifier dust." Gir’s Lost Piggy, who had been munching on
Oswald stretched and curled up in the Thinking Chair. He looked at Maya with his one good eye. Gir’s Lost Piggy