Trouble's a brewin.

Izz Me, the Rif Raf Bat again. I sed I'd be back when I had somethin to say, so hereit goes. Those cats is up to something. I wuz watching them the other day when I was hangin around pretendin to be sleepin in the daytime and I'm here to say I don't like what dey's doing. All dey long dey's pretendin to be doin nuthin but najural cat stuff, washin theirselves and chasin each other around the house But they's hatchin a plan of badness. Da one of dem is watchin the door, guard like, whil the othur one is tryin to get the computer booted up.

I think dey's trying to sell the dog on e-Bay. I've got my eye on em and if dat dog goes missin, you heard it from me.