"Hello!" Dear toons, from us to you.
We're here for some Reason -- and a little Rhyme too.
The best part, in fact, is that they're one in the same;
Below is some reason, with a rhyme to hide shame.

You see, it appears we're in quite a bit of a pickle.
"When is the Election?", "Where is my Popsicle?"
"Are you even working?", "Where are the cogs?"
"Seriously, I'm beginning to miss my dogs."

Now, my good fellows, it's time for the reason.
All questions to be answered, I promise no treason.
Except for the second one, actually, of the treat.
It is something I definitely did not eat.

Enough of the madness! We're four stanzas in.
To leave the questions unanswered would surely be sin.
We must finish this one, however, really it's not fair.
We're now at five, and I'm beginning to wear.

About the election: it was a bit of a haze,
I assure you, however, you'll know in just two days.
It's going to be huge -- bigger and better than ever!
Not to mention the story, which I admit is quite clever.

You say, "Are we working?" -- why yes, of course!
We've taken suggestions to heart, and edited the source.
Hundreds to thousands of lines, I swear!
I'm beginning to think that I've grown a gray hair.

"Now what of the cogs?" -- What do you think we edited?
These hundreds of new lines are certain to be credited.
They're coming soon, I tell you, and not a moment too late.
I just hope that Surlee has chosen the right fate.

And now, finally, I must shed a bit of light.
Although you see nothing, we've been working day and night.
Toontown Rewritten is merely in its beginning.
We've conquered the big stuff -- now it's time to get spinning.

"Will it be a day? A week? A month? A year?"
I can't say for certain, but you have nothing to fear.
The biggest of updates are all soon to arrive.
We've already begun giving all around a high-five!

And with this last stanza, I'm afraid we must part.
I really do hope that you've taken this reason to heart.
Goodbye, farewell, so long, and adieu.
(Oh -- and we've worked on the Cog Headquarters too.)