Mischief at the dentist

Mischief the cat had an appointment with the cat dentist. Mischief had just crawled out of the sack of cat food, and was standing on the kitchen floor with a can opener in his mouth. "Put that down," said Wendy, "You need to go for your appointment." Mischief dropped the opener on the floor, and turned and ran upstairs. "Get back here!" Wendy shouted, "You're going to be late!" "I know," said Mischief, "But I'm so late already." "Not a good excuse," said Wendy as she scooped him up and took him out to the car. "Where shall we go?" Wendy asked as she drove toward the office. "Have you forgotten already?" asked Mischief. Wendy replied, "No. I thought perhaps you had forgotten. Let's go and see that dentist." "I've seen him, Wendy," said Mischief. "I know you have," said Wendy, "But now it's time for you to see him again." "I don't want to," replied Mischief. "It's only a check up," said Wendy, "He won't hurt you." Mischief sighed, "I really hate him." Wendy carried Mischief into the dentist's office and sat him down on the chair. The dentist came out from his back room and asked, "What can I do for you, Mischief?" "Wendy says I needed to come see you," replied Mischief. "Why would she say that?" asked the dentist. "It's time for his check up," said Wendy. "Oh, it's your check up time," replied the dentist, "Well, let's have a look at you." Mischief opened his mouth wide and the dentist took a look at his teeth. The dentist said, "You'll have to get some new teeth. These ones are no good." So, he took out some very sharp little needles and stuck them into Mischief's teeth. Mischief screamed in pain, both the physical pain of the needles and the emotional pain of Wendy's betrayal. The dentist took the needles out and said, "These will need to be replaced." He then showed Mischief a handful of teeth that he had just removed. "These are not as good as the others," said the dentist. The dentist then rummaged around in his drawer and pulled out a set of new teeth. "These will have to be adjusted a little," he said. He pulled out his tools and got to work fitting the new teeth into Mischief's mouth. As he was fitting the third set, the dentist suddenly asked Mischief, "Do you know what day it is?" "No," replied Mischief, "What day is it?" "It's the first day of the year," the dentist replied, "and I'm your new dentist. You know what they say; new year, new dentist, new teeth."  "Oh," Mischief replied, "I didn't know that." Soon the dentist was finished putting in Mischief's new teeth and held up a mirror to give Mischief a look. Mischief looked at his new teeth, which were shiny and clean. "Those look amazing," said Wendy, "And very sharp." The dentist looked at Wendy and replied, "I'm a dentist. Everything I do is amazing." Then he held up a mirror again. Mischief gave him a nod of approval and got down from the chair. Wendy then looked into the mirror. She noticed a giant pimple on the end of her nose. Wendy then said "I've got a really big pimple on my nose." "I wasn't sure if you knew," said the dentist, "I didn't want to say anything." "But that's amazing," Wendy replied. "What are you talking about?" asked Mischief, "Let's go home." "I'm not going anywhere," said Wendy, "You two are supposed to be the best, but you can't even see my pimple." "We can see your pimple," said Mischief. Mischief then grabbed Wendy by her ears and dragged her out the door. On the car ride home, Mischief got to listen to his favourite music. Mischief didn't like the dentist's music, though. The dentist only listened to 90s pop punk. The dentist pulled into Wendy's driveway and opened up the door. "Hey guys!" he said, "Can we hang out a little longer?" "He is going to put my tooth up on the wall." "That's a nice idea," said Wendy. "And then he is going to make a tooth necklace." "He did pull out a lot of teeth." "He said it would make the necklace look cool." "Let's get started then," said the dentist. They all stood around the car and watched him get out his tools and get ready to put the tooth up. He hung it in a nice wooden frame with a little plaque. The plaque said "TALK TO THE POET" in black lettering. "That's funny," said Wendy, "There are two kinds of plaque on display." She did not explain that this was a double entendre. The End

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