There was something wrong as Nixy pulled onto his street. He could see their house from there, and there was a large, dangerous-looking animal on the property.
He didn't quite get a good look at it, but somehow... deep down... he knew Timby was to blame.
"Timby, what was that in our front yard?!"
"It's a lawn ornament! Do you like it?"
"No Timby, it was alive! It squawked at me! And it was made of snot!"
"It was a phlegmingo, and it probably felt threatened."
"Is that a spittoon on your head?"
"You're just jealous."