Cat Into The Bag
The 'Baggler' advertisement Blair reads is a real one. Since Wonderburger doesn't exist in the 'Real World', it comes from the back of a Burger King sack. Pretend that in the 'Love And Felicity' universe Burger King and Wonderburger are one and the same, okay?
"Oh, this is priceless!" Blair crowed.
"What is, Chief?" Jim asked.
"The advertisement on the back of this Wonderburger bag." Blair gestured to the brown paper sack sitting on the kitchen counter.
Focusing his sight on the red and white box emblazoned on the side of the sack, Jim read, "Official…Baggler Procedure?"
"Yeah," Blair replied. "Here, I'll read it to you." He picked up the bag and turned the ad to face him, quoting the humorous paper commercial on its surface. "French fries that have attempted to escape from their container only to strand themselves in the bottom of the bag are called 'bagglers.' Bagglers are fair game. The first to open the bag and retrieve the baggler gets to eat the baggler. Therefore, it is in one's best interest to be the keeper of the bag."
Jim snorted. "And you say I have a Wonderburger addiction, Chief. The guy who came up with that spiel must be obsessed."
"Either that, or he's gluttonous," Blair replied, setting the sack back down on the counter. He opened the cabinet doors to get out plates and rummaged in the drawers underneath for a fork for his salad.
"And speaking of gluttons…" Jim gestured to the semi-plump feline – eight months of living with them, and she had started to resemble a white-striped Garfield – who had just hopped up onto the counter and was nosing her way around the paper sack. "Felicity must have caught the scent of food." Jim huffed a laugh as he watched her tumble the paper sack over, not at all startled when it came down on top of her. She knew where her meals came from.
"Grease, more like." Blair frowned as he tuned around. Spying Felicity with her front half buried in the bag, he snorted. "Well, I guess we know what's going to happen to all the bagglers, don't we, Big Guy?" Rustling sounds greeted his pronouncement as Felicity pawed through the contents of the bag.
Jim nodded, a smile lurking around his lips as he watched the cat back out of the bag, a mouthful of fries clenched tightly between her teeth. Once she'd vacated the brown paper receptacle, she set to eating them with feline gusto, all the while keeping one eye on the two humans to make sure they didn't try to take away her 'prize' that she'd hunted for. "Yep; it appears Felicity is determined to be the 'keeper of the bag'."
"The cat's definitely out of the bag on that one," Blair agreed, rolling his eyes.
"Let's hope she leaves us our entrees, huh?" Jim said, only half-joking.
"Let's hope."