Hu-Dad thinks he deserves snacks while he is working in the study, but doesn’t want to share, so he tries to put the chips away.
Hu-Dad spends his days hunched over a laptop typing away at his busyness. We spend our days sprawled in the floor around his desk listening to his incessant pounding on the keyboard. But, every now and then, he attempts to smuggle snacks into his study without sharing. You humans know the move—the sly slinking of food toward your mouth—the attempt to chew quietly—the hope our all powerful noses won’t detect your treasures. But the crunching of a potato chip gave him away.
Caught red-handed, Hu-Dad mumbled his innocence and then tried to claim that he had to right to snack without sharing. Roscoe decided to call up the big guns and responded with The Face. Oh, come on, you know The Face. The I-haven’t-eaten-in-days-and-am-starving Face. The I-can’t-believe-you-don’t-love-me Face. The you-will-share-or-else Face.