A Disturbance for Mrs. Catsworth

    Musical notes appeared in thin air out of nowhere as Phineas the Flipopotomous danced down the street. The ground shook after every dreaded flip of his. Mrs. Catsworth would have to do something about this hooligan.

    Phineas heard a hiss from the second story window he was passing, and when he saw Mrs. Catsworth perched there, he did a special flip for his new special spectator. He punctuated it with dazzling jazz hooves, clearly misunderstanding the feeling with which the hiss was meant to be carried, but obviously that didn't affect him. Mrs. Catsworth however began scolding Phineas for his disturbing, destructive, and downright inconsiderate dance routine.

    "Oh, sorry ma'am" Phineas replied. "I can try a different routine --"

    "No! Not another routine. No routine at all please! You're shaking the --"

    "But I'm a Flipopotomous, so flipping is about all I can do. Well, I can dance, but it's generally accentuated with many flips because, well, after all, I'm a Flipopotomous."

    "I don't care if you roll the rest of the way out of town, the shaking is causing --"
    "You really don't like my dancing, accentuated by much flipping?" Phineas moped. He sighed "Okay, I'll leave now. You'll only have to endure my flipping for a little longer."

    Mrs. Catsworth was irate. "You don't understand! No. More. Flipping! At all please! It's --"

    Phineas continued his flipping down the street, now in a much less enthusiastic demeanor. Mrs. Catsworth stood watching him with her mouth agape at the unbelievable disregard the Flipopotomous showed her. 

    Phineas was soon back to his cheerful self, though, when Bella the Bellephant came ringing around the corner. The two of them caused so much commotion, that even though they were leaving the town, they could be heard for quite some time afterwards. Mrs. Catsworth returned to her seat with a deep scowl, furious that her words simply wafted in the wind before they even reached that wretched Flipopotomous' ears. She'd spend the rest of the night thinking about how she could possibly retrieve them, as words like that ought not to go unheard once uttered.