[Foster and Mac have pulled a man over for speeding and are deciding what game to play]

All right, how about "Cat Game?"

Cat Game? What's the record?

Thorny did six, but I think you can do ten.

Ten? Starting right 'meow?'

[Mac laughs - they walk up to the car, and Foster taps on the driver side]

Sorry about the...

All right meow. Hand over your license and registration.

[the man hands him his license]

Your registration? Hurry up meow.

[Mac ticks off two fingers]

Sorry.

[the man laughs a little]

Is there something funny here boy?

Oh, no.

Then why you laughing, Mister... Larry Johnson?

[pause]

All right meow, where were we?

Excuse me, are you saying meow?

Am I saying meow?

[Mac puts his hands up for the fourth one, but makes an "eehhh" facial expression, as he is considering the last one]

I thought...

Don't think boy. Meow, do you know how fast you were going?

[man laughs]

Meow what is so damn funny?

I could have sworn you said meow.

Do I look like a cat to you, boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly-bimbly from tree to tree?

[Mac is gut-busting laughing]

Am I drinking milk from a saucer?

[feigned anger]

Do you see me eating mice?!

[Mac and the man are laughing their heads off now]

You stop laughing right meow!

[Stops and swallows hard]

Yes sir.

Meow, I'm gonna have to give you a ticket on this one. No buts meow. It's the law.

[rips off the ticket and hands it to the man]

Not so funny meow, is it?

[Foster gets up to leave, but Mac shakes his hands at him, indicating only nine meows]

Meow!