When Mister’s sister (not This Mister’s sister, but That Mister’s sister) brought Mister back home one night, she wanted to see The Smee (of course: who wouldn’t?)
“Where’s Mr. Smitty? Oh! I see him! Hi, Mr. Smitty!”
“Mao!” says The Smitty, bounding Lassie-like up to the cars.
Various inane dialogue ensued amongst the human element, to wit: “That’s a good smitty!” etc.
The Smitty continued to talk a blue streak (which means, for him, several words in a row) much to the elation of Mister and his sister – who supplies The Smitty with his high-end imported foreign-made foods!
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