The Rossum Ouniversal Cats were watching TV. Some of their evenings consisted of them just laying down in a long, expensive black couch, watching late night programming for their entertainment. Because, like a very wise dingus the ROC admire once said: 'If you want knowledge, pick up a book. If you want entertainment, pick up an album". But instead of listening to an album, they watched TV together, regardless of what the program was about. Sometimes they would watch some CSI, Law & Order or shows inside the Crime Investigation genre, even if Littley was too young for most of their content; sometimes they would watch whatever was on on Adult Swinm; no medical dramas, 'cause they considered them boring. Taking in account that a cat's attention span isn't very long...they would also watch TV series that had one plot, or they would watch animated kids shows.

On this particular gathering, the show in question was Regular Show. It was the first time, since it premiered on the Cartoon Network in 2010, that they decided to watch an episode. (Most of them were born in 2013).

'Coming up, Regular Show' the announcer's voice proclaimed from the TV speakers.

'So this is the show everyone is talking about' Fritz mewed.

'Really?' Nassor meowed in a bored tone, although he was slightly interested.

'The show has been running since 2010 and it has generated [pause for breathing in] a lot of buzz, actually. It has been nominated four years straight for Best Short Episode in Animation, something like that, at the Primertime Emmys. It has only won once'

'Which are the ones that matter? Daytime or Primetime?' the Bombay inquired.

'I'm guessing Daytime' Fritz replied. 'So yeah, let's watch some fuckin' Regular Show, shall we?'

The rest of the Cats agreed.

...

REGULAR SHOW

The title card flashed. The cats could barely read, (Hermes once attempted to teach them how to read, to learn song lyrics in a more efficient way. The outcome was poorer than Sideshow Bob Roberts right now.) but they understood it was the opening for the program.

'Regular Show. Is that pretentious or really lazy?' Fritz wondered.

'Pretty much like the opening theme song' Nassor commented, closing his eyes.

'I think it's genius' Eugène mewed timidly.

'Maybe it's a satire' Tfeodor expressed his point of view.

'Well done, Tfeodor' the chubby grey Chartreux congratulated him. 'Perhaps it is a satire'

'Of whom?' Priscila wanted to know. As you can appreciate, more cats are taking part, not only Fritz and Nassor.

'The pretentious and famous. Or the lazy ones who half ass everything' Eugène explained.

'So it's on purpose?'

'Sure. Hopefully'

See? This whole conversation was just about the show's name, and they were so into it they didn't realise the episode had started half a minute ago.

-This is my jam-

'Ergh, this is the worst'

'WAT IS DAT' was the first reaction of pretty much all the adult (well, teenager) cats. Littley and the twins were amused by the pictures in their 60x60 cm screen.

'It's a bluejay' Littley squeaked.

'I don't know, I kinda like it up here' a brown raccoon with a hose told the...bluejay. 'The world looks different at this height. Makes me feel like a giant! WRAAAAAAAAGGGH'

Most of the felines chuckled.

'Young the Giant, probably' mewed Eugène.

The bird stated that they weren't standing on the roof to enjoy the view, but to clean the gutters, and told his partner to help him.

'I'm helping!' he declared in a whiny voice. 'I'm holding the hose'

It cut to the scene where he holded the flowing hose near his groin goin' 'UUUHHHHHHHHHHH'

Laughter.

'Well, in comedy duos, there's always the frantic, crazy person...' Fritz began, but was interrupted by the bluejay:

'Well, yeah, you don't need gloves to hold the hose'

'...and there's the straight man' Fritz finished, feeling bummed out.

More antics ensued, the fellas found a tape...

'A tape? I thought this was created on 2010?' Fmo couldn't believe it.

The musicians laughed at more of the coon's ocurrences (nottawordinthaenglish# ) and after the jay delievered another one of his lines, Teofräst commented:

'He talks like you, Nassor'

'Fuck do you mean?' Nassor growled.

'Potheads...y-you know how potheads talk in the same tone at all times?' the kitty made himself clear.

Nassor calmed down and said: 'You made me think...'

...

So the plot was that the raccoon listened to a bland, crummy song and realised that it stuck in his head.

'I just noticed that those two call each other 'dude' or 'man'. We haven't heard their names yet' Littley blurted.

'I got the perfect solution' said the bluejay in the screen. 'Brain Explosion'

'WHAT? You can't explode my brain! That's gotta be illegal' the raccoon frowned.

'No, the band Brain Explosion'

'Ah...Never heard of 'em'

'Yeah me neither' most of the cats exchanged looks as they mewed this. They took seriously some of the most superficial and cheap things.

The jay in the TV played a Brain Explosion CD ('...and they keep going' Fmo thought 'Are those fuckers stuck in the last decade? A CD? What's next? Sub4sub?). The «song» was just some buttons being pushed and echoing fuzz in the background. It was supposed to be bad; that was the joke. Apparently, the cats didn't get the joke. (Not taking in account the twins; autistic people and kitties have it hard getting humour. It depends, naturally, but in a more general perspective, that's what happens in la plupart of them).

The bird seemed to be enjoying the sound, and getting pretty turnt.

'That sounds like the poorest poor man's Whitest Boy Alive' Eugène complained.

[Catshavegotsomedelicateears]

'It's like Tame Impala, if the group was bad' Littley wailed. 'It sounds like a rejected draft of an MGMT song, written after we lost them to indietronica and neo-psycodelia'

'That is actually kind of brilliant' Prisicila complimented Littley.

The lemur, I mean the raccoon, was not amused either [ he fell asleep ], which made the musicians sympathise with him.

'LOVIN' IN THE SUMMERTIME! Oh, I think your song just put me to sleep'

'You have no taste in music' the blue bird groaned.

'People who don't respect other people's music taste tend to be pretty dull' Eugène mewed blandly (like, not enphasising any words. Just how he, and most of the ROCats talk!) without analysing the fact that he insulted the fella's music with that statement. Yikes.

The episode continued...Hilarity...Fmo commented 'The facial expressions are just so over the top, you gotta love 'em. Now I know why should we watch Adventure Time too'

'It won a Peabody Award' Fritz meowed.

They got to the part where a Yeti creature tossed the now lovely raccoon against a wall...the latter yelped, which lead Prisicila to murmur:

'His voice...'

Then, they eight of them saw the marsupial sleeping the problem off (as adviced by the Yeti)...

'He sleeps in a trampoline? How cute!' Priscila let out again.

'Could you just shut the fuck up and listen to what's happenning? I mean, pay attention? Dammit' Nassor bitched.

'Vete a la mierda' she replied 'Glykón skatá' she mewed shaking her head.

A little more took place in the episode...Oh yeah, the moment the dancing cassette appeared and started jammin', the room exploded in laughter.

'That doesn't make any sense' one of them said under his/her breath (I'll let you choose)

Then the jay mumbled the line of 'You can't touch music, but music can touch you'.

'What if we touch music with our ears?' Eugène (pronounced Eh-ou-gen; I see you're having a lot of trouble with that one. I am dissapointed. ) asked, like honest to God, with no nitpicking intended.

'That'd make sense. Sound is conformed by waves. Tiny, tiny waves. Vibrations. Maybe we can't feel them. I think we can' Fritz expressed his hypothesis.

'If we ignore it, maybe it'll go away' the bird was refferring to the giant cassette.

It didn't, for comedic effect.

'To ignore it, maybe headphones would be the answer. But those wouldn't scare it away' Fritz theorised.

The Yeti made another appearance, along with a ghost, a green man, a gum machine and a huge lollipop.

'This show is definetly not your average show' Fmo mewed.

Then came the part in which the lead pair write a quick, easy song to fight that nightmare of a tune that was Summertime Lovin'.

'This is a quote by a not very wise man, but it relates to what they're doing: The rangers are having trouble with stopping potheads, so they feel like they can prevent potheads from doing drugs by...smoking pot ' Fritz shared with the crew. 'Whose quote is it?'

'Benthelooney' Fmo helped him out.

'Benthelooney! Thanks'

The episode proceeded...shit got real...and it ended in a general laugh from the audience.