Well. As some of you guessed, the something bad that happened on the table had to do with food. And, uhm, me.
Here's what happened....
Lily's mom made everyone some snacks - and by "everyone" I mean everyone human. Me and Dutch got a few little bites of stuff, but it's not like we got a whole plate full of stuff to eat or anything. Dutch found a piece of rotting turkey or something in a tube to suck on, but I didn't and I was hungry.
So when the humans were done snacking, and Lily's mom put the giant plate of leftovers on the dining room table then went outside, I kinda thought maybe I was free to eat them. So I did.
I ate the cheese. I ate the crackers. And I totally didn't want to be rude, so I even tried to eat the apples. But apples are gross so they mostly got spit out. When there was nothing left in the bowls, I went back outside to play. I didn't think any of this was a problem until I heard Harry's mom yelling, "Uhm, something bad happened on the table."
At first I was just going to pretend I had nothing to do with any of it. Dutch ate butter off the kitchen counter last time we were there, I figured they'd just blame him. But then my human got Droid out to take pictures of the dining room table massacre and I *totally* forgot about pretending to be innocent. My inner supermodel told me it was time to pose, so I got up on the table and posed with my mess.
Not the best idea.
Hint: if you ever do something and don't want anyone to know you're the one who did it, DON'T pose for pictures with the evidence!