Momma/Tracy is typing, Kilroy is snoopervising:
"It's a special kind of treat! You chew on it, see? Nom nom nom"
"Wait, there's something inside it! What's this? A PRESENT!"
"Oh, you're trying to make a nice display in order to show your appreciation, momma? Fat chance! I mean, look at all this awesome loot! We totally forget why we were sad!"
"Quit hogging the nip 'nanna, you big stinky floofball!"
"Ahhhh. I think I'm just going to roll all over everything now."
*roll roll roll*
"Lookit dat. All sparkly."
"OH BOY! A squeaky tennis ball!"
"This is perfect for me! I love to throw stuff and then pounce on it!"
"Anything else in this box? No? Okay then, maybe I can fit in it."
"Can I sleep in the box too?"
"Don't upset your tummy, Mr. Mousie!"