(OOC: this post has nothing to do with kittys)
Izzy was truckin' down the avenue, with not a single thing to do. She went pick, pick, picking all around, when she spied it on the ground. She took it, she took it. The little yellow basket. And if she doesn't give it back, oh, i think that the owner will be very annoyed.
Izzy arrived at the xavier institute for gifted youngsters. She had her new yellow basket and was about to enter the institute for the first time.
(Thumbs up for anybody that gets the first part)