When Kirby came to be my brother, Mom gave us both a new mouse. His was yellow and mine was blue....
Mom, Dad, my mouse is under the washing box.
Haven't we played this game before?
No Mom, that was with Angel.
OK let me see if we can get it. -- after much banging and grumbling, Dad decided he could not get the mouse. Mom slipped another new yellow mouse to Dad --
'Here Kirby! Here is your mouse' and he throws it into the kitchen.
This mouse does not smell right. Let me toss it and whop it a little.
Hey, Mom, I don't think you fooled Kirby. Look at his New yellow mouse. He killed it!
Kirby, what did you do whit the head? -- we still have not found it!