The scene opens to the paws of Ravioli as she fidgets with the camera. A shaky breath whisks through to the living rooms in which the hit show is playings in millions of homes today. Ravioli slowly leans back and whispers into the camera.

Ravioli: As you can see, we're currently in the tropical grasslands known as the savannah. *shifts uncomfortably and mutters something unintelligible under her breath* And something is bothering me very much right now. There's something I'm not getting... and it's staring at me right in the face.

Vivian: I-is something t-the matter, master?

Ravioli: *hisses* I thought we'd established for you not to call me that on camera when we're filming live! Go, fetch my crew all the catmint you can find to atone for your sin!

Vivian: I c-can't! You shackled me to the electric chair!

The screen goes black. Across the globe, cats blink at their televisions, baffled. Merely a few heartbeats later, the screen comes back on.

Ravioli: Uhhh, how was that for a little dark humour for you all? Aha, aha...

Sprinkles: *appears on screen beside her* Well, anyway, back to the — *freezes, and then pads forward to scrutinise the camera* There's something odd about this. 

Ravioli: You mean, besides the fact that we never finished filming our quota of episodes properly back at the desert and only decided to skip ahead to the savannah so we wouldn't lag behind schedule for the rest of our time here? 

Sprinkles: *doesn't bat an eyelash* Yes. I can feel it staring at me in my face—

Ravioli: That's what I said!

Margaret: WILL YOU TWO JUST HURRY UP?! Hold on... there's something funny going on here...

Spook: *pops head into view and rolls eyes* Guys, just keep on filming the documentary. You're just noticing that I'm actually doing my job, for once.

Ravioli: *blinks thrice and then slowly regains composure before continuing in an even posher undertone in her accent* Oh, I daresay, that's quite impressive. How'd you do it?

Sprinkles and Margaret: Do what?

Spook: Well, I didn't think you cats would find the absence of Philip and his camera-eating habits that blatant and different. It seems as though you've come to accept it as the norm, him trying to devour the camera—

Sprinkles: Oh!

Margaret: That's brilliant. Now answer Ravioli's question: how'd you stop him?

Spook: Why, I threw him in the cupboard.

Sprinkles: *narrows eyes suspiciously* You're physically unable to achieve that. 

Spook: *bristles* Are you calling me weak? Because, yeah, I am weak, but I'm not incompetent at my job! I just found all the cameras I could find apart from the one we're using today and put them in the cupboard. He went in himself, and I locked him in. It should last him the rest of the season if nothing goes wrong...

Ravioli: YOU DESTROYED ALL OUR SPARE CAMERAS TO STOP HIM FROM EATING ONE?! *sudden gasp* Oh my gosh, the camera's still working! WE CAN'T LET THE AUDIENCE SEE US LIKE THIS!

Spook: What? We won't need any spare cameras if my plan works.

Margaret: *hurriedly turns camera off and pats it fondly* You're our last hope.

Ravioli: This is a disaster. 

Sprinkles: *deathly quiet* I was just thinking...

All the crew member's faces turn slowly to look at Sprinkles.

Ravioli: Yes, what?

Sprinkles: What if... the only reason we get so many views... *swallows* isn't because of our brilliant documentaries, the whole reason we made this show in the first place — because it was our dream? What if it's because we mess about on the camera and the audience has actually just been laughing at us the whole time, thinking we're a comedy show?

The crew is silent. Then, finally:

Ravioli: Well, *glances around fondly at each of the crew members* It's still our comedy show, isn't it? 

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NOW GET BACK TO WORK WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY

*CUE MORE SCREAMS AND CHAOS*

Written by Saph! 🍩✨