Penelope for VP. Perhaps possibly?…
It is a dark and stormy Tuesday morning. Penelope Kitten is depressed.
Cynthia walks in to the room. She is startled to find Penelope sighing instead of squeaking.
Cynthia: Oh no! Penelope! What’s the matter?
penelope kitten (sighing): i’m blue.
Cynthia: Ahhhh… why?
penelope kitten: been watching the news.
Cynthia: Uh oh.
penelope kitten: we’re all gonna lose.
Just then Marcy pokes her head out from under the couch.
Marcy: Not only is she depressed, she’s rhyming nonstop. She’s driving me crazy.
penelope kitten: feelin’ so hazy.
Marcy (retreating back under the couch): Arghhhh.
penelope kitten: they all think us cats are lazy.
Cynthia: What are you talking about?
penelope kitten: that we’ve got no clout.
Marcy (from under the couch): She’s upset that Bernie Sanders hasn’t responded to her request to be his VP. She thinks she can help him change the world. And that a cute kitten as his running mate would be just the ticket for his ticket.
Cynthia: Ah… well… there’s still hope.
penelope kitten (sighing): nope. nope. nope.
Cynthia: Maybe Bernie needs some time to think it over and –
The phone rings.
Marcy races to answer it.
Marcy: Yeah what?
Okay. Fine. But just so you know, I’m voting for Hillary. Why? Because Hillary is tough. She’s super tough. She’s Teflon. She’s Teflon and steel and iron and polyester and wears a pantsuit better than anyone. Man, woman, or cat. What? Fine.
Bernie’s on the phone. He wants to talk to you.
penelope kitten: squeak!