(A squirrel climbs down a tree, sniffing around)
Elmyra (holding an acorn): "Here, Squirrelie-whirlie, look what I have for you. Come on, little Squirrelie, take the nice peanut!"

(The squirrel bites down on the acorn and tries to pull it away, but Elmyra snatches him)

Elmyra: "Oooh! Now I have a cute little squirrelie-whirlie to pet and love and cherish and squeeze!"

(The squirrel spits out the acorn, and tries to escape from Elmyra's grasp using a crowbar, which breaks, then tries biting down on her hand as she talks)

Elmyra: "I'll take you home and lock you in a nice little cage, and never never ever let you out, except to pet you..." (kisses the squirrel) "...and love you..." (kisses the squirrel again) "...and hug you..." (kisses the squirrel) "...and squeeze you all up!" (She hugs the squirrel, who by this point is losing his breath) "Won't that be fun?"

(The squirrel tickles Elmyra's nose with his tail)

Elmyra: "Aaah, aaah... choo!"

(Elmyra sneezes the squirrel out of her grasp and her hair briefly flies off her head. As the squirrel is sneezed away, he looks at the camera with a big grin and a thumbs-up)

Elmyra: "Oh! Come back! No cute little animal wants to be my pet!"

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