[oo1] Famous Firsts: A screaming comes across the sky.
"This really doesn't seem like a good idea, Remi..." It was very rare for Emile to show any sort of trepidation, particularly when food was involved, but the contraption before him made him very nervous. "Can't you just cook the turkey in an oven?"
"I want to see what all the fuss is about," his brother replied, scurrying about the pressure cooker. "Deep fried turkey. The Americans are all over it."
"Uh-huh." Emile washed his whiskers uneasily. "It still looks a little unstable. Can't you get your human friends to help you."
Remi waved a pink paw dismissively. "They're on a date. Okay, things look just about ready! Emile can you adjust that knob up there."
The significantly plumper rat scrawled to the top of the machine. "This one?" Tentatively, he turned it, then felt an unsettling rumble beneath him. "Uh, I don't think it's--"
A few Parisians would later remark on the strange sight of a small, furry animal riding a turkey rocket straight into the sky, but none of them heard the squeaky "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" that accompanied it.
"I want to see what all the fuss is about," his brother replied, scurrying about the pressure cooker. "Deep fried turkey. The Americans are all over it."
"Uh-huh." Emile washed his whiskers uneasily. "It still looks a little unstable. Can't you get your human friends to help you."
Remi waved a pink paw dismissively. "They're on a date. Okay, things look just about ready! Emile can you adjust that knob up there."
The significantly plumper rat scrawled to the top of the machine. "This one?" Tentatively, he turned it, then felt an unsettling rumble beneath him. "Uh, I don't think it's--"
A few Parisians would later remark on the strange sight of a small, furry animal riding a turkey rocket straight into the sky, but none of them heard the squeaky "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" that accompanied it.