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That actually makes the vacuum the perfect "archenemy" for the joke. I’d make it their one true rival—the giant monster that invades their tiny kingdom.

LOS GATOS DEL CÁRTEL

Yeah...

Ayo...

Small flat.

Big fucking egos.

Four cats.

One damn kingdom.

Los Gatos del Cártel.

Step in the flat, better watch your damn feet,

Mitchie got the crown and the prime-ass seat.

Ain't gotta yell, ain't gotta act hard,

One look from Mitch and you know who's in charge.

He keeps the peace when the chaos gets loud,

King of the couch and the head of the crowd.

Boo Boo and the boys might run wild all day,

But Mitch keeps the madness from blowing away.

Boo Boo roll in, biggest cat alive,

Built like a tank and ready to ride.

Takes up the couch, takes up the bed,

Probably takes up half the damn hallway instead.

First one moving when he hears a strange sound,

Big paws hitting like thunder on the ground.

Think he's a lion when he walks through the hall,

Biggest damn cat trying to conquer it all.

Little Titus creeping, quiet as night,

Smooth little shadow disappearing from sight.

Never talks much, never starts a fuss,

But somehow he's always the smartest one of us.

Marky Mark short but loud as a train,

Tiny little body with a giant-ass brain?

Nah, giant-ass attitude—that's the game.

You hear him screaming before you know his name.

Then the enemy rolls in, making that sound...

That evil-ass machine coming around.

The vacuum pulls up, the whole crew reacts,

Four little warriors getting ready to attack.

Mitchie says, "Hold the line, don't lose your head."

Boo Boo's already hiding under the bed.

Titus disappears like he vanished from Earth,

Marky talking shit like he ain't scared first.

Mitchie call the shots!

Boo Boo bring the thunder!

Titus move silent!

Marky raise the fucking number!

Los Gatos del Cártel, that's the crew,

Whole damn flat knows exactly what they do.

The crew runs deep, from the windows to the walls,

When the four of us move, we takin' it all.

Birds at the window better know their place,

Four little bosses with a serious face.

Treat bag shaking? That's a code red call,

Everybody running from one end of the hall.

No diamonds, no chains, no money to stack,

Just cat hair everywhere and a couch under attack.

Tiny-ass flat but the legend stands tall,

Four little kings running the whole damn hall.

Mitchie the boss.

Boo Boo the beast.

Titus the ghost.

Marky the feast.

Los Gatos del Cártel.

They don't fear nothing...

Except that damn vacuum.