Katchoo hadn't been peering out the front door of the shop wondering if Francine would come by, honest.
Not at all.
And she wouldn't have recognized Francine's voice anywhere, either. Really.
. . . please, like Katchoo would drop everything and come running to the rescue of just anyone.
Five feet and three inches of slightly bloody green-eyed blonde fury came barreling down the road with a baseball bat raised overhead and no one in the comic cover holding her back this time and a little green clock rolling behind her.
"LEAVE HER THE #(*)&#$ ALONE, YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF (%^*@#!+ LANDFILL REJECT!" she bellowed over Clocky's equally indignant beeping.
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Not at all.
And she wouldn't have recognized Francine's voice anywhere, either. Really.
. . . please, like Katchoo would drop everything and come running to the rescue of just anyone.
Five feet and three inches of slightly bloody green-eyed blonde fury came barreling down the road with a baseball bat raised overhead
and no one in the comic cover holding her back this timeand a little green clock rolling behind her."LEAVE HER THE #(*)&#$ ALONE, YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF (%^*@#!+ LANDFILL REJECT!" she bellowed over Clocky's equally indignant beeping.