"Um, excuse me but I think these belong to you," Sylvia said, referring to the blue bunny kits who had grabbed onto her tail ans climbed onto her while she was babysitting Judy's younger siblings at the park.
“There ya are, Juniors 395, 8, 418, 101, and 36!” Oswald proceeded to scoop each of them off her and up into his arms. Ya can’t just wander off like that! Your mother’s worried sick!“
"But Daaaad,” one of the little blue bunnies whined, “there was a big, blue butterfly! We had to catch it!”
“Except we didn’t,” another one said in a grumpy tone.
“But we had to see if it was true! That butterflies make butter!”
“Yeah! Imagine all the money we’d save if we could just catch butterflies whenever we need to butter our toast!”
Oswald couldn’t help but laugh as he held the kids in his arms. “Kids, that’s real nice of ya, but butterflies don’t make butter. That comes from cows.”
“Whaaaa?!” the bunnies cried out in shock.
“Aww man, all that for nothin’!” one bunny said, throwing down his butterfly net in frustration.
