It was a quiet day above the small city of Beaver Falls. Quiet, that is, except for the wooden cat and three dogs hurtling through the sky.
"AHHHHH!" screamed Poo Poo, the smallest of the three. Following him were his friends Poncho and Boomer. "WAS THIS A GOOD IDEA?" yelled Poncho, a small white dog with a black hexagonal shape around both of his eyes. "NO I DON'T LIKE BRUCE IKEA!" replied Boomer, a tall mutt, not able to hear him clearly.
Following the three of them was a small airborne rowboat with the logo of the U.S. Postal Service. Inside were three mailmen. Two were armed with backpack vaucum cleaners, and the third had a cannon into which he was pouring bills and Netflix envelopes. Poncho looked back and saw this. "DUCK" he yelled to Boomer and Poo Poo. They did this just in the nick of time, as a stream of roughly 40 envelopes came pouring out.
The envelopes hit the wooden cat, which went down, and landed on a car.