King of the hill

Papaya's Hill.

Having discovered those scary things weren't real ghosts but kids, I bribe them with treats to go perform some tricks on Papaya to get her off MY HILL! ;)

B comes running back up the hill chased by cattle that Jay sent. Ducks behind a shrubbery and the cattle continue on. Jay was carried off on the backs of the cattle like some neverending cowboy mosh pit....

B's Hill

I payed the kids twice as much to scare Papaya away. My Hill.

No! Its my Hill, papaya is old news, B's hill
....or are you afraid? Chicken!

B's Hill

what's old news comes around again. I rehire those same kids to shoot bb's at B chasing him from the hill.

Papaya's Hill

Poor papayahed, B is impervious to BB's. B bounces BB's back to papayahed thus returning to take the hill as Papaya kept shooting the BB proof B.

Hey look! B's Hill

B's hill.

After the cattle calmed down, I made a huge barbecue party, inviting Mental B ;) among other guests of honour. B's eaten so much he couldn't move a finger, thus leaving me no other choice than to sacrifice myself and claim the hill MINE! My precious...

Jay's Hill

I had my remote control robot monkey's storm the hill and chase Jay away.


Papaya's Hill

Papaya Noggin's Hill
B sneeks up hiding behind a fake bush. Every time Papaya looks, B stops. When Papaya turns away, B sneaks a little closer (completely cartoonish tinkling of toes as he does so). Then B reaches into his pocket pulling out an enormous vaporizer filled with Acme Papaya-B-Gone and sprays Papaya Hed with a generous cloud of fumes. Papaya feeling an intense urge of wanderlust, heads off towards the setting sun.

B's Hill

B's hill.

Not to sound too unoriginal but at this moment, going after B with the eraser part of a pencil sounds tempting... maybe erasing just bits and pieces would be more of a fun though.

My hill.

Jay's Hill.
B begins amorous unwanted corny advances ala Pepe la Pew...too bad that Jay backed into a freshly painted pole on the hill. Jay flees B's advances in a panting out of breath cliche.

B's hill!

"Bonjour monsieur! J'aime les mouffettes! Ils sentent fantastiques!"
Alarmed by my foreign advances and a rather unpleasent french cheese smell coming from my pocket, b-mental backs slowly down the hill. "au revoir!" I cry as he turns and sprints away. J'adore ma colline! (MY HILL!)
~ oh wait, its les chats I love, not skunks. Oh well....
(pulls out smelly cheese and begins snacking in an un-cultured manner)

Nose firmly clothespined to avoid the stinky cheese, zanna brings the finicky persian from the "Fancy Feast" commercial, and offers to let uccello pet her. She is delighted, but the persian isn't, and runs down the hill. "Noooo," she says, heading after her. "Don't go away, pretty cat! I have a cat at my house, and we always feed him Fancy Feast! Wait . . . ." Soon, zanna is unable to hear or see her from her vantage point atop the hill, since she has followed Felicity to who-knows where!

After going to a tabby-treatment camp (and becoming a huge success story) I get over my feline fetish and hike bravely back onto the hill. "AHH!" I shout. "fear my awe-inspiring alliterations!!" zanna barely glances over, so I resort to a new method of maneuvering.
whistle.... whistle... whistle..
I sneak closer... closer...

Whistle....

"Oh nooo!" zanna cries. "How did you know I have a terrible fear of whistling sneakers!" she trembles with fright and goes off of the hill, my HILL!!
(I had no idea that people had whistle phobias....)

Well, if it had been a theater, I would have been worried! Humph. Stalking back up the hill, I fire a starter's gun, causing uccello to take off for the distance mountains at a dead run. "Heh, those cross-country nuts! Works every time . . ."

My hill.