Topaz here. Tonight on Poor Impulse Control Theater: Drusy tries to make her boney body even flatter to combat the heat while Sweetpea snoozes the day away. I’ve befriended a French-speaking dust whirl and tomorrow, plan to overthrow the municipal Supervisor of Public Works, who smells like cheese, which I like. Don’t get me wrong. He may be very nice but he reminds me of a rabid badger. That’s tonight on Poor Impulse Control Theater. I’m Topaz. Goodnight!