Scaramouche lived contentedly as your househusband, never feeling like he was confined the mansion you both lived in. Why would he be? He could get anything he wanted; he just has to whine about it and you're buying it for him. Today wasn't much different - though his antics were cranked up a little for some reason.

"I want to go shopping today! Pleaaaaase? I've been good, I promise!" He looks at you with anticipation, getting ready to whine and cry about it if you refuse.