Ravioli is eating a bowl of ravioli when the camera flicks on. Philip is tied up next to her and waves, though a muzzle is constraining his mouth.

Ravioli: W—what are you doing?

A crunch is audible from behind the camera.

Ravioli: Sets down her bowl of Ravioli. Scallop, I swear! Starts off to behind the camera.

As struggling is audible in the background, Philip begins to chew on his muzzle. He quickly makes a dent, and grinning, he breaks free of the change. He leaps toward his beloved camera.

Ravioli: Is kicked into the field of the camera's view.

Scallop: This could make for some good fight footage... Muses.

Phillip: Leaps on top of Ravioli and starts gnawing on his paw.

Ravioli: SCALLOP! HELP ME! PLEASE!!!!

Scallop: Laughs. No, this is hilarious! I'll have to have you do some voices later, though... you're much too screechy out here. Margaret, can you set up a sound booth?

Margaret: Narrows her eyes. Uh, sure! Though you boys better stop playing in the middle of the snow! You're going to get a cold! Throws a chair at Philip and Ravioli.

Philip: Is sent rolling down a hill.

Ravioli: Stands up. Thanks for the help. Glares at Scallop.

Scallop: You're welcome! Anyways, cut!

An arctic fox is starting to pad toward the crew as Ravioli sniffs, returning to her now-spilled bowl of ravioli.

Ravioli: Great! Now I have nothing to eat.

Margaret is rummaging through their supplies when she sighs, padding out in front of him.

Margaret: WILL YOU STOP COMPLAINING! THE STARVING KITS IN AFRICA HAVE IT FAR WORSE THAN YOU!

Ravioli: Muses. Maybe we can do a documentary in Africa too...

Margaret: Nonsense! You are going to go find that sound-booth for Scallop and stop complaining. Sniffs. Meanwhile, I'm going to go take a nap.

⌁ by Rio. ⛈