Thieves.

Assassins.

Tap Dancers.

I don’t know who they are, or what they want. But they need to go away. I’ll get them! I’ll shred them to pieces! We must protect the castle! At all costs!

Strangely, however. I am the only person here that seems to find these men to be dangerous. Mom is, well, laughing at me. The Other One would appear to be working on who knows what, but he’s not watching my realm, nor is he going out after these, “Comcasters,” (as the back of this white mode of transportation seems to call them), with the squirt gun. Do they not understand the danger the castle is in! Look! They’re building a trench! Wait…why are they building a trench. Is that not counter productive.

This needs more study…from afar.

So this truck pulls up outside the house. Ziva watches it in fascination. Then, suddenly, these two guys in yellow vests get out and pull shovels out. Ziva suddenly starts doing something I’ve never seen her to to the outside world.

She starts growling.

Watch like a hawk, yes. Look on curiously, of course. Growl? That’s reserved for Baby.

So she’s growling at them as they walk out of sight, but continues staring at their truck. They come back, and she starts growling again. They stay in sight, she continues to growl and her tail continues to be rattlesnake like. Finally, she can’t stand it anymore! So, she turns around, jumps down off the desk, looks at the door…

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…and runs to the back of the couch where she can guard the house in safety. Or, in hiding? Catch them with surprise?