Cuddly, neo-noir, racism parable.  The mouse has still got it.  The other night I dreamt I met Jenny Slate who voices the sheep secretary.  We were on the freeways soft shoulder, it was insect buzzing dusk.  I asked her out for coffee and was honored she agreed.  I confessed I knew her over creamer, “from comedy” I said as women in mumus milled about sugar caddies.  She told me I was over-compensatingly macho in my compliments.  I’m sure that’s good advice.  Thanks Jenny!