That’s no Gouda.

Mabel comes tearing into the living room, in distress.

Mabel: ‘Mama! There’s an angry, angry cheese!’

Alice: ‘An angry, angry…cheese?’

Mabel: ‘Yes!’

Alice: ‘Um…I’m not sure what to do with that information, Mae. That’s…no good?’

Theo enters.

Theo: ‘No! I am a happy, happy cheese!’

 

Sometimes you just have to let them brie.