(Krazy Kat gazes up at a large clock on the side of a cliff.)

 

There is a �mesa� in the heart of �Tusayan� high up, upon whose side reposes �el nido de las horas� � (which may, or may not mean) � �the nest of the hours-from which time is born.

 

Krazy Kat: Every toc a birth �

Every toc a death �

Every wiza woiza �

Every tic, a second.

Every toc, a milyin years.

Every tic, a nothing �

Every toc. A something �

And wiza woiza �

 

And yet, wit me for a instinct wot time is it for me?

 

Time to wash my tooth? No, already I did it � lest wik � or was it the wik before?

 

It aint time for me to change my (pardon me) unda wear, no, I dunt wear none.

 

So by me, afta dew kinsiddirations � time is nothing.

 

Ahh � but wit Ignatz, wot time is it, by him � l�il sodium poppa-

 

(A flying brick hits Krazy Kat on the head.� Sound effects: �Pow!�� �Zip!�)

 

I knew it � time for he to toss a �brick� at me.

 

Offissa Pupp (chasing Ignatz): Mmm- time for me to get that miserable �mouse.�

 

Ignatz: Oh hoh � time for me to get out of here �

And I�d better be making �better time.� That Krazy Kop is full of speed today.

 

Offissa Pupp: I�ll get you if it takes until the end of time � you wagabone.

 

Krazy Kat: Wot nice times they have togedda � them two.