Kittens of Chaos

"Are we all ready?"
"...Not got my shoes!   Where's my red shoes?"
"Can't get any more stuff on top the van!"
"You's wearing them!   Gimme my red shoes!   ...And that's my hat!"
"Get in!"
"Everyone get in!"
"Where's my...   You sitting on it!"
"Don't shove!"
"...Don't you shove then!"
"We're-we're driving-driving!" (The twins)
"First stop Nellies for lunch!"
"Not gorrany money!"
"...I got tuppence!"
"We can sell some of the Vicecream!"
"You are not taking ice-cream into the frozen wastes?" (Aunty Stella, exasperated)
"It's VICEcream... with catnip!"
"Start up then!"
"Which way?"
"...Not that way!"
"Put the jingle music on!"
"What tune?"
"The Valkyrie song!"
"We want the Valkyrie song!" (All)
"...Loud!"
"Go faster!"
"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there Yet?"
"Are we there yet?"
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"Hello, is that Ginsbergbear?   It's Aunty Stella here with a progress report... well a lack of progress report.
"We are parked outside a pub... more of a house that sells beer really... with a big white horse over the door.   Two of the kittens are selling Vicecream to pay for our lunch; to incredibly unsavoury looking customers.
"Inside it's all little rooms and corridors and it's run by six little old ladies... three feet tall, hunchbacked and all called Nelly.
"The rest of the kittens have stripped to their telnyashkas and are doing a disturbingly wiggly dance on the tables!"