Tired of procrastinating, Tweet Twoo decided that the time for Tweet-ing and Twoo-ing was over and it was about time that they made good on their promise.
Dressed in the attire which Tweet Twoo kept for emergencies, our fluffy pal picked up the menacingly sharp craft knife with resolve and headed to the operating table.
Not a moment too soon, Cuddledog the overenthusiastic puppydog stopped the enthusiastic owl in her tracks!
"What do you think you're doing?" He barked "you are not a qualified doctor, just a nurse, as it said in the earlier episode! You can't perform this operation Tweet Twoo, you are nowhere near suitably qualified even though you do have the correct attire!"
Tweet Twoo knew that she had been caught out by the watchful dog and reluctantly put the knife down before the General Medical Council saw fit to strike her off the register.
But all was not lost. Cuddledog was a resourceful pooch, which goes some way towards explaining how he could afford to live in a house in Kensington.
Within moments he had fired up the computer and searched Google for a solution to this.
But by the time our canine hero returned to the operating table, a guilty looking owl stood atop a flayed specimen of leg.
Avoiding eye contact, Tweet Twoo only had one thing to say.
"Tweet" she said and "Twoo"
And all Cuddledog could do was look on
