Disclaimer: As always I hold no rights to the characters, settings, or prinnies presented to you today, they're donated property of the caring charitable organization of Nippon Ichi who were kind enough to send us a shipment of Prinnies to help us poor folk who are too stressed to give a damn about anything nowadays.
"Hey Prinley, I gots tuh ask you what's been on my mind, dood…"
Prinley had just finished his last swip-n-swipe on a customer's alligator brown shoes. His beefy Prinny body was covered with a lot of shoe shine wiper because of the busy day that was goin' on in Etna's shoe Shine parlor. He wiped his sweaty forehead wit' the same cloth he used to shine the man's shoes, "That'd be one nickel, dood, suh…"
The well-suited man lightly stepped from the chair, like a girly old lady, and checked his shoes, twitching his leg a pivot inspecting the quality of shine. He was satisfied indeed, and flipped Prinley a nickel for his service.
"I hope ya has a mighty swell day, dood."
When Prinley pocketed his last ticket to salvation, he turned over to young Doodles, "What it is, dood? What it is?"
"I's got a question," spat Doodles, while Prinley wiped the rest of the shoe polish off his fat face.
"Well, what it is? Make it quick now. Etna's service men not gon' wait for us to be chattin' storms."
"Wud be dood?"
"Says what?" Prinley reflexed his ears closer to Doodles, "Speak up dood, I can't hear ya."
"What's a dood?"
"I gots boobs?" Prinley pulled back with a swelled up red face, ready to smack his service boy.
"WHAT'S A DOOD!?" Said Doodles.
"I Eat A Lot Of FOOD?!!"
Slap!
With 5000yrs of hard labor, Prinley backed-slapped the newly prinni-carnated Doodles wit' his fin, "dood!" said Doodles before he pounced the waxed wooden floors.
"Ge' Back tuh work ya Jive turkey!"
"Dood! All I wan' know is wud a dood?" Said Doodles, as Working class men walked and stepped all over his plush prinny body.