Muffin and the vacuum fly apart. Fur from Muffin's tail is stuck in the vacuum.
The Mother: Sweet sassy molasses, what on earth is that racket?
The Mother: Muffin! Oh my god! What happened to Muffin?!
Muffin is looking sadly at the bald tip of her tail.
Muffin stands behind a bench, pointing accusingly at Goosebump.
Ladies and gentlecats of the jury, I intend to prove that the defendant acted with a depraved heart and malice aforethought...
Uh oh, it's Friday the 13th and you just saw a black cat!