Bee and PuppyCat: Lazy in Space

Aw! Ew. Oh my God.

They were hugging and you still ate them.

Wow. They must have really loved each other.

Deckard? Something smells like you're cooking it too hot.

You're baking again.

Please, uh, help me.

Boop. Boop.

Hey!

Don't high-five me.

Let him high-five you. He's one of my favorites.

He's chaotic and hard to please. That's why he's so interesting.

Tsk. No smoking.

Everybody, please leave! The kitchen is closed! Uh...

Everybody already left. Uh, great.

Ha ha ha! Nice.

Howell! Hey! No worries. I did it.

I took care of everything. Cats are all fine, just cranky.

Your first wrinkle! How distinguished.

You look so wise and tired.

What's this? Some sage, weathered, old people advice?

I'm sorry for asking you to bake.

It's okay.

Just you're so good at cooking. I thought...

Well, you thought wrong, buddy!

Ah! What a scary young old woman!

Cooking is different from baking!

Follow your dreams!

You can become the greatest cook on this island!

He knows so much about you.

Yeah. I think it's nice.

So you're baking again. That's good.

Only 'cause that old guy asked me to. And... and he's so little.

It... it's our thing, I guess.

Are you still thinking about culinary school?

Cooking Prince Academy? No.

It's way off the island.

Anyway, they're not gonna certify me if I can't bake.

It... it... it's just a fancy title, I guess.

I told Howell what happened.

Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?

Ah, you're fine.

Ha! You know, any other place,

I'd be fired for setting the kitchen on fire.

Yeah!

Gotta fight fire with fire.

Actually, I don't think anyone's ever been fired from here.

The cats get too attached.

Oh. You're not working till close?

I'll... I'll see you later, then. Say bye-bye, Mayor Grandma.

Goodbye, Mayor Grandma.

I see Mayor Grandma has been hanging out with Char...

Goodbye, Deckard.

Goodbye forever.

I got fired today. Now I'm out of jobs.

I guess I kind of feel like a loser?

Or something?

I'm gonna miss those cats.

Man! Change, you stupid light!

Wow, that cat just knows what it wants to do and just does it.

That is so cool.

I wish I was a ca... No, wait.

I guess I wish I had a cat.

It'd be nice to take care of something.

Huh? Pink light?

Oh no.

Oh, good.

Oh no.

Wow! A cat!

Or maybe a d... dog.

I punched out my own guts!

Oh, my own guts!

Oh, Deckard.

Hey, Bee.

I... I made you an omelet.

Nice.

Were you just not gonna tell me you got fired?

Oh, I was just gonna never go into that area of the island again.

I just... I specifically talked about being fired for the fire,

and you didn't say anything.

Oh my God!

Oh my God! Your crotch! I have ice for it!

I use it for my face!

But you can use it for your...

Hello?

Oh, you're up. Look. I found dinner on the ground.

Looks nice, huh?

I'm still eating half of it, even if you touch all of it.

Cas!

Ah, your old fighting glove. Do you miss wrestling?

I... don't wanna talk about that.

You know, we got trained to help with injuries in wrestling school,

but we usually avoided that area, because it's dishonorable.

I knew you'd be able to help me. Bee accidentally clobbered me

when I was dropping off dinner for her.

Wait, aren't you supposed to be working right now?

Why are you feeding that little old girl lady instead of working?

No. Don't call her that.

Your shift isn't over yet!

You guys are just ditching work so you can hang out without me?

Not that I hang out.

But now her bad work ethic is rubbing off on you,

and you're going AWOL on these cats,

and they get so attached emotionally to everybody!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. The Cat Cafe is closed.

Accidentally set the kitchen on fire.

Bee saved me.

Thanks, Deckard. Now I feel bad. The stuff I said was kinda mean.

It's okay. I won't tell anyone.

Eh, you just get angry instead of sad sometimes.

Ooh, also, Bee got fired.

Like, in her face?

No. No. Like, terminated.

Right. By the fire.

That's so sad.

- No. Oh... - Well, now that she's dead, rest in peace.

Maybe can go to Cooking Prince Academy this semester and...

No, I wanna give up on my dreams.

Like you did.

Give me back my wrestling glove! Now!

Yeah.

Wah! That was my writing hand!

You don't list any skills on your profile,

but somehow you've managed to get hired and fired

from every entry-level listing we receive.

Your file is weird.

Generally, you have to be good at something to get work.

Even the font on this file is ugly.

It's all squished together and weird.

Why would someone pick this?

I don't care if you take stuff. This isn't my office.

I want other stuff too.

I'm home!

I got you stuff. Pet stuff.

What is it?

This is snert.

I think it's pronounced "snert."

Hey, you talk! Kind of.

With an accent.

Oh, it's fine. I don't really need to eat.

Don't you get hungry?

Sure, but, I mean, you're the pet that I wished for.