At this point, you figure there's no point in fighting her, as you allow her to pull you out by your tail. You just hope she won't end up spanking you. However, once she's gotten you out from under the toy box, she wraps a stern arm around your waist, and gives you five, hard, pops on your diapered bottom. It's not enough to make you cry, but it definately stings. You are just glad she didn't use the hair brush this time.
just picks you up (after much struggling), and begins carrying you through the nursery.
"*Sigh*Nancy," She says to herself, "It's like I always say, it ain't the work it's the worry!" You then reach a baby craddle, which she plops you into, saying, "Now you get right back in your little bed!" She then tucks you in tight.
"And now it's time for you dinner, and here it is!" She says, sternly, as she shoves a baby bottle into your mouth. "Now, I am going down town, and buy me a new girdle. And you stay right in your little bed," she scolds, pointing a finger at you, "or I will spank you again, and, and... GOOD BYE!"
As soon as she is gone, you kick the covers off you, and yank the stupid baby bottle out of your mouth. However, you decide it best not to get out of bed. Then, after a moment, it suddenly occurs to you, that that's MILK in that bottle! GOOD Milk!
You decide to drink it up after all-hey, maybe this whole baby thing won't be so bad, after all. You even start to play like a baby, making baby sounds, and kicking your feet like a baby. Then, all of a sudden, you hear the record player turn on, playing "Rock a bye baby"
You look over: It's that stupid Mouse, Jerry! He's even making fun of you! The NERVE! You just wanna run over there, and tear that mouse to peaces... then again, your Mommy did say to stay in bed...