[Mise en scene: One of those diving weekends on Catalina Island off the SoCal coast which sees Top Cat and clowder shacking up with the Catalina Diving Clowder, that legendary feline dive crew, at the latter's Avalon quarters. As our scene opens, we find Fancy-Fancy, the Lothario of TC's crew, in conversation with Lola, a somewhat seductive sort herself, with whom Fancy-Fancy is sleeping with]
FANCY-FANCY, in his usual Cary Grant-model swagger: Oh, Lola!! What more could I actually want from you as much in bed as in diving off this wonderful island!
LOLA, herself trying to make sense of Fancy-Fancy's style and approach with "the laydeez", even on Catalina: Rather interesting and all, Fancy-Fancy, I have to admit, but have you tried shacking up with Bubbles for once?
TOP CAT, interrupting: If I may just explain, whenever we're on Catalina for one of our dive sessions with your clowder, Bubbles happens to be mine, and by mutual agreement! And besides, the way you're making out with Lola, Fancy-Fancy, I admit you've made an interesting choice ... at least in contrast to Choo-Choo, whose tastes seem forever tied to the high-class stuff, but crashes down to Reality more often than not--and I believe Chooch is partnered with Samantha this go-round!
[Lola tickles under Fancy-Fancy's chin in a sort of "come-hither" show of affection, as if perhaps leading into a fantasy sequence, with plenty of diving-related escapades, scored to--what else?--"Lola" by Ray Davies and The Kinks, vintage 1970; such turns out being her namesake for the sake of my original, Hanna-Barbera-flavoured characters for which some fan-art conceptualisations en bloc would be appreciated from such specialist in the Hanna-Barbera sort thereof. Isn't love fascicnating ... especially underwater and off Catalina?]