Nothing to Sneeze at.

“Tommy, what the heck is THIS?!!”

A slow Tommy roll to his left, and a lazy, “I have no idea, it was like this when I came in here. I just laid down on it. You really ought to make a clean place for me.”

“I was in here just before you came in. It was not like this.”

“Then the cat did it.”

“Tommy, we don't have a cat.”

“Yeah, cats are really sneaky like that.”

“Hey, beagle boy, Deborah has a cold, she needs those tissues.”

“I let her use 'em first. Those came out of the trash.”

“Oh, gross. AND, I thought you just said you didn't do it.”

“I didn't, but if I HAD, that's how I would have done it.”

“Well, anyway, this is going to affect treat distribution.”

“Not fair, you can't prove I did it.”

“I can prove it to my satisfaction, and that's all that counts.”

“You have to sleep sometime.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Ummmm, wanna hear a joke?”

“Whatever.”

“Say, terrified.”

“Terrified.”

“Say, tissue.”

“Tissue.”

“Say them together real fast.”

“Terrified Tissue.”

“OK, but you have to buy me dinner first.”

“Gag, Tommy, that's a really old, bad joke. Even for a beagle.”

“Well, they were old, used tissues.”