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"So this is my apartment," Lingeeky announced as he jumped through the little door and did a twirl on his heel, "It's kind of crowded, so make sure you don't-AH!" he slipped on something and tumbled forward into a bunch of pots and pans; that's when Remi jumped forward; recovered enough from his alcohol; and grabbed his savior's shoe laces in paw.
"Look out!" the rat hollered and yanked back on them.
Immediately Lingeeky ceased his fall and was surprised to learn that his new friend could control his feet when he pulled up just right on his shoe laces. Before anyone who barely even cared could care, Remi was controlling Lingeeky's movements by making him high step around the apartment. They practiced for a while in a marching pose before Remi and he finally got a brilliant idea; instead of being a chef they could go into musical theater to entertain guests while they ate. The two numbskulls looked at each other with huge grins.
"We're gonna be famous!" They announced in unison.
With that being said, Remi and Lingeeky practiced all night.
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"Where the hell is Remi!.?" Remi's father asked grouchily.
"Uh, I don't know." Emile said, twiddling his thumbs. "I thought he drowned like a rat."
"Liar!" the big rodent tackled his fat son down and started wailing on him. "REMI!.?"
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(The two practice their routine in matching band outfits to the song 'Baby way I like it' )
"Baby I like it,
The way you move on the floor," Remi shouted while twirling a mini baton.
"Baby, I like it! Come on and,"
Lingeeky touched his big nose to Remi's pink one, smiling, "Give me some more."
Then, marching in place, they sang out loud: "SCREAMIN' LIKE NEVER BEFORE!"
"Baby, WE LIKE IT! Oh hell, WE LIKE IT!"
Then the two started singing in Spanish-sounding gibberish.
"Holy high waters!" Colette burst through the front door. "What are you two doing!.? Toi est dumb! Deux tours stupid! Tres faggotry!" she kept yammering as they kept marching.
To be continued…