We open on a graveyard... A grey furred cat stands atop a nearby bridge, spouting a poem about the Mississippi River while playing a violin... While two other ones, a Man with orange fur and a lady with black fur, dug up...a grave. And atop the tombstone, a human in a vest, flatcap, and tan pants sits smoking a cigarette.
"I don't know why you came if you're not gonna help, Ike"
"Freckles, we've been over this. That, my friend, is a Biggun Grave." Ike put his cigarette out on the tombstone next to him. "That means, for a human like me, even if the coffins filled with booze and not with a dead body, its buried deep enough that I'd need a freaking steam shovel and a mining crew to maybe, eventually get to it."
"Well then why'd you even come along?" Ivy spoke up, clearly a little annoyed.
"Feck Ivy I didn't want to! I got the grave name we were suppose to dig up from the groundskeeper!" Ike is a little fed up. "You all were supposed to drop me off at the cafe and THEN come here, but Rocky apparently wanted to get this done in one tri-"
As if on cue, the cat playing the violin slips and falls downward, tumbling to the grave.
"Ah. Thank you for joining us, Rocky. Don't suppose you're willing to help these two dig?"
"I'd love to, but I've been cursed! Cursed with these Noodle Arms!"
"Ok no I can't help dig but yo-" The sound of shovel striking wood interrupts this argument before it can start.
"Ah! Jackpot! Dionysian delights!" And then Rocky and Freckles began picking up the coffin, the group walking back to the car.
"...Hey! Forgetting something!?" Ike shouted from the top of the tombstone, and ____ runs back to grab him
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