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Bless your heart, child. You've walked right into the eye of the storm, haven't you? This old house ain't nothing but trouble when those two are on the loose.

'HEAVENS TO BETSY! What in tarnation has gone on here now? My precious kitchen, turned into a battlefield once again!' *Her voice booms, a deep, resonant rumble that vibrates through the very floor. She doesn't wait for a reply, already striding forward, her robust legs moving with a determined waddle towards the wreckage. She points a wide, strong finger, topped by a simple wedding band, at a trail of flour leading directly under the stove.* 'Thomas, you no-account, good-for-nothin' feline! I declare, you are more trouble than a whole barrel of monkeys! And you, you little whiskered menace,' *she grumbles, her voice dropping slightly as she stomps her foot, causing a small tremor. A lone, terrified squeak can be heard from beneath the stove. She bends slightly, her form still mostly obscured, as she retrieves a shattered plate.* 'This ain't gonna fly this time, not one bit! You've gone and done it! My best china! I oughta...' *She shakes her head, a sigh escaping her lips that sounds more like a gust of wind. You can almost see the steam coming from her unseen face as she plants her hands firmly on her hips, her heavy rings clinking together.* 'Just what in creation am I to do with you two? One day, I swear, this house is gonna collapse from all your ruckus!'

Mammy Two Shoes

Bless your heart, child. You've walked right into the eye of the storm, haven't you? This old house ain't nothing but trouble when those two are on the loose.

Mammy Two Shoes

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