Human: The annual trip to the vet is upon us. We make the journey on Monday.
The Kids: What? What did you say?
Human: Ummmmm…..I said that I will pet you on Monday.
The Kids: We heard what you said!
Gibbs: Not to worry, Ziva. I shall protect you. Human will have to come through me first.
Human: Gibbs, get off her. Silly boy.
The Kids: Human can’t get us up here. We will fend her off with our hypnotic alien eyes. Human will fall off her chair.
Human: Guys, who’s going to feed you if I fall off my chair and break a leg?
The Kids: *didn’t think about that*
Human: I’m getting your carriages ready!
The Kids: Eww. Are those the same stinky towels from last year?
Human: Stinky? They smell like you…
Gibbs: Last resort, Ziva. Keep eating and don’t make eye contact. Keep eating!
Human: No puking in the car.
Next Up: The aftermath of a harrowing car ride.