Bad boy - agan

Dis mornin' I wuz in a hurry.  My tummy wuz goin' "gruummbleummbleggrrrrruh!" an' Mama an' Papa wud not get up eben wif da noyzy fing goin' off.  I figgered I wud sho HER!   Now  I dont no wy I did dis.  I bin a gud boy fer a long time now.   But a widdle voyse in my hed tode me to do it.  I went in da room wif da majik bole, climed up on da hamper an' stole Mama's very last skwid.   Ok - I didnt jus' steel it.   I eeted awl da widdle  pwastik  fingies offa it so da long parts got reeeeeelly long.  Da rownd parts I onwy wikked an' I did not  hurt da hooky stuff in da bak cuz dey hurt my toofies.  Wen Mama came down to feed us, she took wun wook an' started to cry.  "My vewy last bwa!  How cud yu, Arfur???! Yu BAD BAD boy!!"  Fire camed owt ov her eyz an' funder rummbulled. An' ya no  whut?   she did not feed us.  She maded Papa's coffee an' hiz sammich an' dwinks fer lunch.  She fed da Pippicat an' letted her owt. She pored Papa's shreddy weetie fingys.  Den she went an' bagged up ode yooniforms fer him to take to werk.  She gabe him hiz widdwe piwws, den wen he wuz reddy to leev, she fownd wun ov da plastic fingys an' held it up an' sed  "Arfur - did yu do diss?" 
I twied to leev da room - putted  my hed down an' twied to hide, but dis feelin' camed ober me.  I fewt BAD.  Den Papa putted da chewed skwid in my dish.  An' den I new.  I new wy her did not feed me yet  an' I wade down rite dere. 
Whelp, Papa weft fer werk, Mama putted away da stuff in da kitchin, an' den she fed us.  I am bein' reeeeellly reeeellly kwiet rite now.  Mebbe she wiww ferget.  She sed I cwossed da wine waddebber dat meens.   I taked da wast wun.   I no she wiww laff later. But hers habs a reely fwowny wook on her face rite now.  An' she iz not tawkin'.  She iz gettin' da fred an' da sharpie widdle fing  an' sewin' dat skwid.  I heddin' fer da doggy dore until herz smilez agan.
Till later,
Arfur