Mr Bumpy: So, Percy, now you've got back yard privileges, do you want to me to show you how to get around the "cat proofing" and escape the yard?
Sir Percival: Oh no Bumps, old fellow. That would only make the servants worry. We can't have that. Noblesse Oblige and all that.
Miss Fantasia: See Bumpy, you're the only bad animal in this family.
Sir Percival: Fanta dear! Young ladies need to show a little more decorum! (Sigh.) How did I end up with a family like this?