Baby Wallace has decided he wants to be a pop star. How can I deny Baby Wallace anything he wants?
Here he practices for his audition doing his take on "Pretty In Pink", that delightful Psychedelic Furs hit from the 80s:
Emmaline joins in as his backup singer, although Baby Wallace has stated firmly that she will not be allowed to accompany him into the audition room. Emmaline says we'll see about that, Mr. Pinkypants.
And then The Call of The Nap overtakes her and she's out, snoozing and dreaming of feline fame where canine assisstants bring her feathered snacks in bed and she tells the paparazzi: Talk To The Paw.
Jacinta says: f*cking kids and their f*cking noise. You little bastids and yer caterwauling make me wanna . . . zzzzz.
. . . f*cking kids . . . zzzzz . . . gimme snack . . . zzzz . . . drool . . . twitch . . .
Malcolm says: Who needs fame when you got all this lovinz so much lovinz and dinner is so purrdeliciouso?