The tabby was chillin' like a villain on the fine night of the whateverth, absently sorting through all of his band aids. There were so many of them for every different occasion, including appropriately festive ones, but no glittery ones. Watermelonseeds frowned at this sudden discovery, quietly pondering how he had gotten to such a stage in his life without any glittery band aids. It vaguely offended him in some way, but he knew it was of no fault but his own and maybe the pissy crybaby who had come in the other week and stolen the last one. Damn pissy crybabies.
"Lulu!" He called, walking towards were he thought the leadery dude might be. "Lulu, I need your help, it's an emergency!"