Boundless energy

The best part of being a child is how anything you do makes your parents laugh. I play the piano with my feet and they roll on their bellies laughing. I hop in my silly contraption that makes noise and has lights and they rush for the video camera. I grab Belle's tongue and pull her hair and they think it is the funniest thing. (The best part about it is if the dog ever gets annoyed ... she is the one who gets in trouble.)
Keeping your parents laughing and in good spirits can be a difficult chore. It is a finely balanced line between keeping them exhausted but offering them just enough sleep so they do not turn into complete zombies.
Here is my work out plan:
10 p.m.: Papa is watching television, make just enough gurgling sounds that he gets up, puts his food out of Belle's reach and walks to the room. Be sound asleep when he arrives.
10:30 p.m.: Hear Papa go to sleep. Give him 10 minutes to get comfortable and then start thumping your left foot repeatedly on the mattress. If he doesn't run in within one minute, making whiney sounds as if you're about to wake up. This will surely bring him in at mach speed. Offer up a cute smile or flip onto your tummy. Feign slumber.
12:30 a.m.: Begin stirring and then start giggling and eating your toes. This time don't stop until he picks you up. At this point, Maman will have lectured him on something he did wrong so he will be super sympathetic. Close your eyes. When he closes the door, start laughing again. Repeat as often as desired. Stop before Maman intervenes.
3:30 a.m.: Ok, he's clearly had enough sleep. Spit out the soother, fling Lumpy around by the trunk and start offering faint whimpering sounds. This time it is important to look pained so he feels sorry for you. After a few forehead and/or tummy rubs fall back to sleep. He's had enough.
5:30 a.m.: Now it's time to get Maman up, she's been asleep for too long. Make gurgling sounds and act hungry. She never withholds food.
6 a.m.: Go back to sleep, you've had a busy night.
6:45 a.m.: With parents walking around with luggage under their eyeballs, start sticking out your tongue, cackling at the top of your lungs, play any instrument they put in front of you or pester the other pets. Anything you do at this point will render them incapable of laughing to the point of incontinence.

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This is extremely disturbing. Now I didn't write the cutlines for either picture, heck the most experience I have with cutlines right now is chewing on them when Papa is trying to read his paper in the morning. But there does seem to be something rather amiss with the assumptions relayed by whoever did write the cutlines.