A few weeks ago the bosses went to see the movie UP.  (In case you're wondering, they said the best part was the dogs.  I say, duh!)  At the start of the movie there was a preview for one called something like, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.  The boss ma'am, she loves me, and she knows that this is my kind of movie.  She told me that it looked to be about a scientist who is able to turn water into food.  In the preview, she said, it rains hamburgers!  And pancakes!  And meatballs!  Oh, be still my tail!

So naturally I have decided that I want to be a scientist.  I know that I have a lot to learn before I can do something as spectacular as changing rain into meat.  So I am going to investigate some of the little mysteries in my life.

For starters:  What the heck is it that makes Spring so, um,...different?

The scientific process always starts with a white coat:

Okeydoke.  I am ready.  My assistant will, well, assist, and take notes.  You might want to get some protective gear there, Maebe.

Better.  Now we just need our test subject.  Hold her still, Maebe...good.  Spring, quit squirming.  This might sting a little. 

Assistant?  My buzz saw please?  Assistant?  Where'd you go?  No matter.  Okay, Spring, it's just a little off the top and then I should be able to figure out what makes you tick.

Holy moly.  Spring has brains of oatmeal!  Who knew?  I was sure it was going to be cabbage.  Well, I must say, this explains a lot.

Behold the power of science.

(And in case you're wondering, it isn't safe to eat Spring's brains no matter how tasty they smell.  Kind of dangerous and growly if you try.  But for some reason it is okay for her to eat her own brains.  Very Hannibal Lecter if you ask me.  Eeew.)