Scene 3: The scullery.
Lord Millhouse lying on his back, eyes playfully open and paws in the air. Sir Hercules sitting washing thoughtfully after another breakfast.
Hercules: Lord Millhouse, valiant hunter o'er all this ground, why in such idleness lounge ye around? Some seven days hath now gone by and Yorick has not passed one's eye. Think not you that with mouse-like cunning, he jumped the door and kept on running?
Millhouse: 'Tis true my Lord, I've heard no scratch of late: freedom may have been his fate. Your fault I fear, my old slothful friend; had you been quicker he'd have been caught: a sticky end he would have bought!
Enter Two-Legs Pouch Face who is tempted to tickle the furry belly of the reclining Millhouse with his foot.
Millhouse: (Grabbing foot and biting it): Ha! This indeed's a merry game. A well aimed nip'll make you lame! Many a Two-Leg's fallen for the belly lure; indeed 'tis fun and that's for sure.
Rises to his feet.
But I must away: the wild is calling. There's much to be done in the early morning.
Exit via cat-cullis.
Hercules climbs the stairs and sits outside the two sleeping chamber doors of the now departed younger Two-Legs-ses.
Hercules: Oh, heooooooow I wish to enter here. Oh, heoooooow long must I tarry. Come on Two-Legs, let me in; Ohh, to sleep; perchance to dream and in.....
Two-Legs Pouch Face lets him into the sleeping chamber. Lord Hercules brushes round the door frame and into the room.
Hercules (To himself): ......Aye there's the rub! (Round the door frame.What did happen to the rump? He thinks!)
Bed is sprung upon. A loud purring tumbles down the stairs.
Hercules: Who knows what dreams may come...........(Sigh.)
Herkspeare
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