You know how Rocky hates the water? That's why at night, when no one is around, I like to dump some mud on his fur. Get it all nice and dirty, so in the mornings he looks like Zuma how brown he is.
"Rocky," Ryder would say, "Have you been rolling around in the mud again?"
"No! I don't know how it happened."
"Well you're going to need a bath. Again. Go find Katie."
"But…"
"No buts. You're getting dirt all over the lookout."
" Aw…" Rocky then walks away all dejected. Oh, Rocky. How pissed would you be if you knew all your baths were from me?