Morning came and you go to check on the smarty
“You ready to say sorry yet?”
The smarty weakly looks up at you
His eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep
“Nu… say…sowy…”
(SHLOINGA)
The special diaper kicks in as the poop gets slingshot back from whence it came
The smarty goes cross eyed
“Well that’s too bad because I’m going to be gone all day running errands”
“And I’ll be taking Galatea with me”
You leave the house
But you’re not really going on errands
You are however taking Galatea with to get some sketti takeout from Bombardini’s the local Italian restaurant
You’ll come back afterwards
If the smarty still hasn’t learned his lesson
Then Every fluffy in the house except him will get sketties
You swing by Bombardini’s and pick up the sketties
Even though Mr Bombardini had a separate slightly cheaper fluffy sketti on the menu
It was simply yesterday’s regular spaghetti reheated
He never sold anything that wasn’t the same quality as his regular menu
No cooked food was ever kept longer than a day after its preparation
Not that there was usually anything left to begin with
The reason for this was because
Mr Bombardini grew up in a very very remote part of Italy
He was raised by his grandparents who had lived their entire lives without
traditional refrigeration
So any cooked dishes with meat or dairy had to be eaten that day
and were usually very small in size
Even now at 87 years old
Mr Bombardini still used refrigerators
with great caution
His food was not Americanized
Every dish was prepared using the recipes passed down to him from his grandparents
The business didn’t make make money hand over fist but there was always enough to cover business expenses and cost of living
You purchase your sketties and head home
The smarty was in bad shape
Looking as if he would crack at any moment
You leave the sketti in the car so that the smarty had no incentive other than his current situation for apologizing
“Are you ready to apologize yet?”
The smarties eyes were now permanently crossed
“Sma…smawty am so…so…so…sowy fo gib sowwy po…poo…poopies tu fwuffy”
You take the smarty outside and unhook the special diaper
The smarty lets loose a stream of poop for a solid minute and a half
Before collapsing to the ground exhausted
“If you ever do anything bad again I’ll curse you again understand!? That means you don’t call yourself a smarty either!”
The smarty still cross eyed begins to cry
“YUS ! FWUFFY UNDASTAND!”
You take him inside then retrieve the sketti from the car
And give him a bath
And a brilliant idea hits you
“Hey I’ve got a name for you!”
The fluffy looks up at you in cross eyed excitement
“Weawy!?”
You crack a smile
“Yeah! And it’s perfect!”
“Wut fwuffy namsie ?”
You can hardly contain your laughter
“Montezuma”