"Supper time," called the Bonfamille family's new butler: Reno and ring the dinner bell.
Toulouse, Marie and Berlioz came in and started meowing when they arrived outside the kitchen.
"Me first," called Toulouse.
"No. I'm the lady. I should go first," called Marie.
"Let me go first," called Berlioz but foolishly tripped over in front of his bowl of milk.
Toulouse and Marie gave a slight giggle.
"Now, children. Behave yourselves, please," ordered Duchess in a kind matter.
"Aw," sighed the three kittens altogether.
"Kids, listen to your mother," ordered Thomas in a calm matter and happily put them in order.
Then Roquefort arrived.
"Hello, Roquefort," said the kittens.
"Why, hello there, Thomas, Duchess, Kittens. Mind if I drop in for a dip?"
He chuckled and bought out a cracker.
"Here, Roquefort. Dip from my bowl," Berlioz offered him kindly.
"Why, thank you, young one. You are very kind."
He dipped his cracker in Berlioz's bowl and gobbled it up in no time.
"Thank you, kittens," said Roquefort and took off.
"Thank you, too, Roquefort," they all called after him as he returned to his mouse hole.
After dinner, Reno called "alright, kittens. Bathtime."
Toulouse, Marie and Berlioz ran to the living room where George to brush them one by one.
First Toulouse then Marie and afterwards Berlioz jumped up the bucket in a wild manner.
"Careful there, Berlioz," chuckled Reno but Berlioz went so wild that he jumped off the table with the foamy bucket of water.
Thomas and Duchess came in as Berlioz went out. They both gasped.
Berlioz ran outside, into the barn where he startled Frou Frou, causing her to whinny loudly.
Then he ran back inside the house with the bucket still on his head. He ran back into the living room, stepped over the piano and stopped where Toulouse was painting.
The bucket tipped off Berlioz's head and over the paints which landed over the paint buckets and which splashed onto Berlioz.
Berlioz was covered in paint
Toulouse and Marie laughed.
Thomas and Duchess came in a shock to see Berlioz covered in paint.
"Is that Berlioz covered in paint?" laughed Marie.
"No, it ain't," replied Toulouse in a sarcastic manner, "it's one different kitten after all."
Duchess gasped.
"Why children. How could you use such words in such a rude manner?"
They both took no notice and continued laughing.
Berlioz angrily left the room in a huff.
"Berlioz, wait," called Thomas but it was no use.
Duchess glared at Toulouse and Marie.
"Toulouse, Marie. I'm very disappointed in you. You should know better then to talk to your brother that way. You think that makes you grown up? But you both have a lot to learn, don't you?"
And deep down, Toulouse and Marie knew that their mother was right.
Berlioz sat sadly outside by the porch. He looked up at the stars and started to sing:
Where Does My Heart Belong?
It Sure Doesn't Belong In Differ,
I Sure Feel Weak And Not Very Strong,
When I'm Teased By My Brother And Sister.
If Only They Could See Inside Me,
As The Youngest Kitten I Feel Sufferance,
Only If They Could Only See,
That My Heart Doesn't Belong In Difference.
Dad And Toulouse Are Very Like Each Other,
Marie Just The Same Cause She Looks Like Her Mother,
While I Feel In Very Little Importance,
My Heart Doesn't Belong In Difference.