The kittens are back, exhausted and can only think of one thing, food. A faint scent of fish cakes can be smelt, making their tummies rumble. Eagerly, they run forward, slam open the door, and… BOOM! A bag of flour erupts in their faces.
Earlier…
Daddy cat bursts through the door and runs upstairs quickly, forgetting to wipe his shoes. Mummy cat quickly drops the flour she is holding (leaving it in front of the doorway) to clean up the mess.
The kittens are now as white as a sheet of parchment. “We look like ghosts!” Tinyball exclaims. “I know, this is such a good—” Her statement is cut off as she tumbles into the bathtub followed by the others. The bathtub quickly became overflowed with bubbles covered in flour. After a while, the kittens were clean too, while the bath tub you couldn’t say the same. They jumped out, had a good shake, and went down to eat dinner.
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