You know what we don't need, Piggies? A Twilight Zone Monday! 🐹 🖤 🤍 🖤 📺 🌀 🌀 🌀 🥕

Cue the music ....

“You unlock this cage with the turning of a latch… beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of hay. A dimension of fleece. A dimension of vegetables. You’ve just crossed over into… The Guinea Pig Zone.”

Narrator Rod Fur-ling:

“Submitted for your approval: one ordinary group of guinea pigs discovering that the most terrifying thing in the universe… is the disruption of a vegetable schedule."

The plot wheekens ...

It is Monday.

Inside the cage, Harold P. Cheeker-Wheeker waits patiently for the evening bell pepper ration from the mysterious being known only as “The Provider.”

The clock strikes seven.

No pepper arrives.

Across the cage, Mildred — an elderly Abyssinian and part-time conspiracy theorist — slowly looks up from the hay pile.

“Did you hear that?” she whispers.

“What?”

“It's a Monday.”

The room falls silent except for the distant crinkling of a grocery bag somewhere in the house.

Then…

the refrigerator door opens.

The human approaches carrying…

not bell pepper…

but parsley.

The cage gasps collectively.

Parsley was scheduled for Thursday.

Tonight is Monday.

Mildred removes her mini-glasses slowly.

“Rough Mondays,” she wheeks darkly.

Freeze frame.

Wheek! Wheek!