In conversation vis-a-vis Top Cat and Choo-Choo over the evening mug of Ovaltine
CHOO-CHOO, rather frankly and yet hesitantly: You know, TC, I hope you won't be stunned by what I'm about to acknowledge. TOP CAT, with his usual glibness in the Sgt. Bilko manner: Don't be shy about it, Chooch--anything you tell me is essentially just between us. CHOO-CHOO, continuing in a rather frank manner: TC, my father sent me to a cathouse when I was young ... just going into puberty essentially. TOP CAT, stunned: You mean--a BROTHEL?! CHOO-CHOO: Obviously, TC ... as my father explained it to me as we approached the cathouse, "Chooch, I think it's important that you learn the facts of life in a rather obvious manner, as in actual experience with a woman." TOP CAT, still stunned: So your father wanted you to spend the night in a brothel essentially to learn about sex by actually HAVING sex, to begin with? CHOO-CHOO: That's the gist of it, TC. Even though I was barely into puberty, my father felt it best that I "needed to become a man for once" and he felt the best way to that end was to spend the night in a cathouse with a woman of easy virtue. [pause] I should admit that I was nervous and uneasy initially about the prospect, but by the following morning, with at least three sexual episodes of sowing feline wild oats, so to speak, I became something of a man, so to speak! TOP CAT, rather stunned: All this because of your father's desires?! CHOO-CHOO: Indeed, TC. Father, as I understand it, claimed that he "had tos it up for a sick friend," so to speak, in explaining why I had to spend the night in a cathouse-- TOP CAT, interjecting: And--? CHOO-CHOO: Once the morning came, TC, Father was nowhere to be found. Implicitly, he probably thought that I needed to "grow up" through a night in a cathouse. But before long, TC, you came into the picture-- TOP CAT: And things have never been better since....
