(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.