"I'd scream like a little girl if this wasn't the third time this week this has happened...oh wait. I still will."
"YEOOOOOWCH!!"
[Wombat waddles around the room, screaming and whining while the 'gator hangs on, securely clamped to Wombat's little nub of a tail. Wombat runs into the kitchen, makes a sandwhich, and runs out still screaming (between bites, of course). He runs up a later and dives into the pool, all with the 'gator still hanging on. Wombat pulls out some materials, makes a crude time travel device and travels back 5 minutes into the past where he watches Gertie the 'gator clamp onto his little nub of a tail and, together, both Wombat run around the room screaming like little girls with 'gators still securely attached to their tails. Wombat then travels ahead 5 minutes in time (which Wombat, its hard to be certain) and proceeds to pull a large BBQ pit out of his pouch and fries up an entire banquet of a meal which he and Gertie the 'gator proceed to enjoy, all while wearing bowler hats and talking in an annoying accent, before Wombat holds up his little nub of a tail. Gertie clamps back down on it and Wombat screams even louder and proceeds to run around in circles. First clockwise and then counter-clockwise around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around until he's worn a fine circle in the floorway and both he and Gertie the 'gator fall through into the basement below...which appears to be filled with grape Kool-aid and oatmeal. Wombat yelps again.]
