[Predictably, Scrappy and Sweep do in fact begin to have a fit about this because AAAAAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOAM EVERYWHERE WHY, but they do sort of dart-fidget out of the way and hop-dance around in agitation as the spray begins to set in and put out the fire.
Meanwhile, Quackers has made it in to Albert by now, who picks him up unceremoniously like a little blue feathered squirt gun and proceeds to stick him over the top of the glass, giving him a squeeze until he starts erupting with water.
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Meanwhile, Quackers has made it in to Albert by now, who picks him up unceremoniously like a little blue feathered squirt gun and proceeds to stick him over the top of the glass, giving him a squeeze until he starts erupting with water.
...Sorry, Madison.]