"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH!"

"C'mon, it didn't hurt that bad," muttered Slappy.

"Yes it did!" wailed Skippy. He was at that moment in the doctor's office, getting his shots.

"I don't think that one tiny little needle could cause that much pain," said Slappy, chuckling a little.

"Then why don't you get stabbed and find out for yourself!" cried Skippy.

The doctor shrugged. "Not a bad idea, Miss Squirrel. I don't believe that you have had your immunizations."

Slappy gave him an ice-cold stare.

"Well… or maybe we can just forget about it," said the doctor.

"Yeah. Why don't we do that?" said Slappy, raising an eyebrow. "C'mon, Skippy, we've gotta go to the school-again-and get ya registered."

"Aw, do I have to?" moaned Skippy.

"Stop moanin'," said Slappy.

"Can't I go home?"

"I think ya'd get lost."

"But I'm a squirrel!"

"Now that's more like it," said Slappy, giving him the house key. "I was hopin' ya'd say that. If there's one thing that ya should never forget, it's that squirrels never get lost."

"Thanks, Aunt Slappy!" said Skippy happily. "What time will you be back?"

"Probably before the day is over," said Slappy, shrugging. "But who knows?"


Well of course, Skippy didn't go home right away. He first went to the library, because he was curious about the human records. He walked in, settled himself in a chair, and picked up a newspaper. Unfortunately, he was unable to decipher it. "Maybe there will be something good about goin' to school," he muttered to himself.

"May I help you?" someone suddenly asked. Skippy looked up and saw a librarian watching him from her desk.

"No thanks," said Skippy.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I can take you to the kids' section. The books there are probably easier to read than that newspaper."

"No, that's alright. I don't even know how to read."

"You don't? Then what are you doing in a library?"

"I don't know. Just passing the time, I guess."

"Well, we do have videos here."

"Videos?" said Skippy. "May I see them?"

"Why not?" said the librarian, almost to herself. "We have a TV in the meeting room."

She led Skippy to the video section. Skippy went through all the boxes filled with cartoons. He had to give them all to the librarian because he couldn't read what they were.

At one Skippy handed her, the librarian said, "Hmm, I think we'd best not watch this one."

"Why not?" asked Skippy.

"They're the restricted cartoons," she said. Then she sighed. "Actually, most of them aren't that bad. It's just society these days restrict almost everything good, but let the very 'mature' things sneak out uncensored."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that they make TV shows filled with drugs, language, violence, and sex, and yet they take these classic cartoons and either censor them down to 2 minutes or ban them completely."

"What's so bad about them?"

The librarian shrugged. "Nothing, really. You have to remember that back when these were made, cartoons were made for adults. Sure there's mild cussing. Sure they smoke. Everyone smoked back then. And violence, too, lots of violence. But they're still classics. They were just made for another time period. I've watched these before. They're not bad at all, really." She started going through these. "You'd be surprised at what all they stuck in here. Disney, Warner Brothers, MGM, Hanna-Barbera, and all those other really famous cartoon names were deemed offensive. I think you could watch them, though. You've probably been exposed to this."

"Well, my aunt Slappy cusses, if that's what you mean," said Skippy, sounding unsure.

"Your aunt Slappy?" said the librarian in shock. "She wouldn't happen to be the Slappy Squirrel from those old cartoons, would she?"

"That's exactly who she is," said Skippy.

The librarian rummaged through the box. "Almost all of her cartoons were stashed in here. They're classics, too! Jeez, I can't believe that old squirrel is still alive."

"Let's watch them quickly," said Skippy. "She thinks I'm at home!"