I have been invaded by three little girls from Minnesota. They're my sister's kids. Undoubtedly, I will be entertaining tonight with Chester, my cute little talking dog. My routine with him always begin with:
Kenny: "Chester, you're very special. Can you tell the audience why you're special?"
Chester: "Well... I'm a DOG!"
Kenny: "Yes, you ARE a dog. and we can all see that. But that's not the only reason you're special."
Chester: "I'm a TALKING dog?"
Kenny: "That's right, Chester. You're a talking dog. And because you're a talking dog, we can find out what you're thinking."
Chester: "Well.. I'm a TALKING dog... not a THINKING dog!"
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