They got the rolling office chairs and sat in them and propelled themselves with the fire extinguishers. Some of the kittens got into it too and they had a bunch of chair races. By the time they were done the extinguishers were empty and that foam was EVERYWHERE. Spike walked in, saw the mess and turned around and walked out.
Poor Lucky, he always feels terrible after he screws up. Spike can’t get too mad at him because Lucky always cries and apologizes.

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