Dancing Sugarplums

So I slightly edited "Baby it's cold outside" to suit the couple we know and love, Puss In Boots and Kitty Softpaws.

My mother = 3 syllables

My father = 3 syllables

The neighbours = 3 syllables

My sister = 3 syllables

My brother = 3 syllables

My maiden = 3 syllables

Perrito = 3 syllabels

I thought I would explain that part. I edited more than that.

SPOILER WARNING FOR PIB2!

The chilly wind swept over the winter wonderland. Snow-white trees glistened as the icicles reflected the evening Sun like thousands of tiny crystals. The forest sparkled like a giant sneezed glitter across the land.

A thin sheet of frost crawled up the windows of the cabin. Puss In Boots watched the beautiful scenery from the warm comfort of the fireplace. It was near impossible to be upset. Puss sighed in contentment, huddling his legs up to his body.

The tabby cat heard a kerfuffle by the door. Puss stood and strolled past the fireplace to check it out. His loving partner, Kitty Softpaws, was gabbing her cream fluffy mantle from the coat rack. She hooked the clips around her shoulders and lifted her silk-like paw for the doorknob.

"Baby, where are you going at a time like this?" Puss inquired.

"I have to go. It's getting late,"

"C'mon, stay..." Puss appealed.

A small musical interlude plays in the background as Puss struts towards Kitty. He steps along to the beat, tapping his boots together in the air as he dances along to the song.

"I really can't stay," Kitty affirmed, shaking her head as she reached for the door.

"Baby, it's cold outside," Puss rested his paw on her waist and pulled her closer. He smirked as he did so.

"I've got to go away," Kitty steps away with a subtle smile on her muzzle. Her lover's antics amused her just as much as they annoyed her.

"Baby, it's cold outside," Puss strides in front of her.

"This evening has been..." Kitty turns around and spins away.

"Hoping that you'd drop in," Puss leans on the door.

"... So, very nice,"

"I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice," Puss grasps her two snowball paws in his and presses a tender kiss to them.

"Perrito will start to worry," Kitty leans closer to his face, catching his attention, which was on her paws. She squeezed them tightly.

"Beautiful, what's your hurry?"

"Perrito will be pacing the floor," Kitty stared at the timber floor beneath her feet.

"Listen to that fireplace roar," Puss pointed a claw to the fireplace as he shuffled to a nearby coffee table.

"So, really I'd better scurry," Kitty pointed in the opposite direction to Puss; outside.

"Beautiful, please don't hurry," Puss handed her a glass of milk.

"But maybe just a half a drink more," Kitty accepted the beverage and stepped away from the door. Who couldn't resist the power of leche?

"I'll put some records on while I pour,"