But isn't this the...

Corporal Sammy was making the rounds of the ship, making sure that all was well.

She stopped short at the sight of a pair of kits hauling litterboxes out from the litterbox room and onto the deck, near the stern of the ship.

"CAPTAIN AND STANLEY! What are you doing?"

Two stripey heads turn toward the Corporal. "Why, we're just putting these where they belong!"

"Where they belong?!", exclaimed Sammy. "They BELONG in the litterbox room, which is below deck. You got the tour of the ship days ago. Why would you think that THIS is where they belong?"

"But Corporal! Isn't this part of the ship known as the poop deck?"

Corporal Sammy stood and looked at the kits for a long moment. Finally, she emitted a sigh of exas-purr-ation and sternly commanded, "Just put them all back in the litterbox room. And make it SNAPPY!"

"Aye, aye, Corporal!" And two stripey kits started hauling litterboxes below deck.

Stringies on a stick!

Captain:

WHEEEE! The mop looks like a giant wand toy! STRINGIES ON A STICK! Get 'em! Get 'em!

::scamper scamper::

Hey, it's hard to STOP on this wet floor!

::sliiiiiiide::
::CRASH::
::thump bonk bump::

I got the stringies! I got the stringies!

::CHOMP drag drag drag::


Stanley:

Captain! It's a swab, not a mop! It's a deck, not a floor! That's... um, say, that DOES look like stringies on a stick, doesn't it? Gimme that mo... er, swab!

::scamper scamper pounce::
::wrestle wrestle::
::thump clunk thud::

[Everyone stares. Captain and Stanley look up from the jumbled heap consisting of themselves, the swab, some detached stringies, and some formerly-neatly-stacked supply boxes]

Captain & Stanley:

What?

How nice of you!

[[Fez and Rufous reporting for duty! We are now big and strong, so we will make good members of the crew. I (Fez) am very agile and very good at jumping chasing feathered toys. My brother (Rufous) is the best bathroom inspector in the world!

We are at your service Captain! ]]

Really? Why, how nice of you! And to think, this is my first voyage on a boa... erm, I mean a SHIP. And...

::Stanley whispers in Captain's ear::

How's that? You meant Cap'n Pine Cone, not me?

Oh. That's different.

Nevermind.

Captain