Star, Winnie, and Tim and their skinfolk came to visit us last weekend.  I was excited.  And nervous.  Would they like me?  Would they think I am handsome?  I have never had so many visitors come just to meet me.  So I was pacing around, wondering how best to impress them all, when I ran into Bad Cuz.

"Hidey ho, B.C.," says me.

"Listen up, Fuzzy," says he.  I perked up my ears.  Bad Cuz is full of good advice.  "You must at all costs protect the mission."

"Mission?" I searched my brain for clues.  Nada.

"The Super Secret Mission I've had you working on for weeks, " Bad Cuz prompted.

"The one about the gum on the sidewalks?" I wondered.

Bad Cuz just shook his little horns.  I am sure he would have rolled his eyes, if he had eyes.  "You don't remember the Super Secret Mission?"

"Sure I do." I lied.

"Then you know how important it is that the mission not be compromised."  He went on about something after that but I was stuck on Com-Pro-Mize.  What did it mean?  Clearly it was important, but I just couldn't figure it out.  I nodded to make sure that he thought I was listening.  He seemed pleased.  I was proud of myself.  I was on a Super Secret Mission.  So secret even I don't know what it was.  WhooLoo!