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: I can't decide what to eat first. Cat
: What's the difference? There's four ingredients in everything!
: We've payed for food, but they refuse us service! It's plain un-American! First, they take away the tacos, then the chimichangas, which is a beautiful word! What next? Dog
: Refried beans? Cat
: I got your postcard: "Dear Dog, Wish you were here. Cat." Cat
: I meant every word!
: Hiya kids! Do you know what time it is? It's time to read some fan mail! Winslow, pass up those letters, my good man. Winslow T. Oddfellow
: Nothing today, Chief. Cat
: Are you sure? Winslow T. Oddfellow
: Trust me. You two are as popular as a monkey in a banana patch. Forget about it. Dog
: I have one! "Dear Us, Where did we come from? Signed, you and me." Winslow T. Oddfellow
: Pathetic. Cat
: Good question, Dog. As some may not realize, Dog and I are descendants of royalty. Dog
: Right, royalty! Um... I don't get it. Cat
: [whispering to Dog
] Just work with me here, okay? Dog
: Oh! Royalty! We were the King and Queen of England! We wore crowns of sausages, dental floss, and bowling balls! Cat
: Yeah, well that was the rumor, but we did grow up in a beautiful country. Dog
: Beautiful country high in the frigid peaks of the Florida Alps! Cat
: Florida Alps? Dog
: Then we learned to fly... out into outer space... and back down into the ocean! There, we found deep-sea leprechauns... and a void so dark, we got lost in a crazy negative demension! Cat
: OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! THAT IS ENOUGH! Dog
: You said, "work with me." I'm working with you. Winslow T. Oddfellow
: And you two wonder why you never get fan mail? Sheesh Louis! Cat
: [to Dog
] Deep-sea leprechauns?
: Hey, Dog, take a peak at this sunset! Dog
: I'm not here. Cat
: I know, just take a look at the sunset, then you can resume not being here.
[Dog believes that there are aliens who moved in next door, and he sees Winslow who came back from visiting them
: They turned Winslow blue! Cat
: He's always blue.
[Winslow bumps into the wall a couple times
: They sucked out his brain! Cat
: He probably forgot to put his contacts in. Winslow T. Oddfellow
: Gee Wilikers!
[puts in his contacts
: There. See? Dog
: Winslow never ever said "gee wilikers" before!
: I hope I don't have a bad dream about aliens. Cat
: I have a very strong feeling you will.
: You'll have to excuse us. Our stomach has been a little bit on the flippy side lately. Right, Dog? Rancid Rabitt
: You share stomach? Fascinating. What's that like? Dog
: [half awake
] Millions... millions of people... Cat
: [imitating Dog
] Millions of people have asked us that same question. Rancid Rabitt
: Oh. You guys must be really popular. Cat
: [imitating Dog
] Oh, yes. Especially with the girls. Cat here is a chick magnet.
: [dancing with Cat and sitting on her sister's shoulders
] The band is good, ja? Ingrid #2
: Ja. Look at him swing those drumsticks.
[the word, "drumsticks", echoes in Dog's head while he sees the drummer's drumsticks turn into turkey drumsticks
: [to himself
] Don't think about food. Don't even think about food!
: Quiet, Dog! I've got to listen for my name on the radio! Dog
: Aw, I coulda told ya that! It's CAT!
: [referring to a stuffed cat of his
] I'll call him Little Cat! Cause he looks like you, only littler.
: Cat! I thought you said Fred was going to a nice place! He's in chains! Cat
: They're "nice" chains.
: Your licking days are over, Dunglap! You're fired! Cat
: You can't fire Dunglap! He's our best friend! Dog
: Oh. Then, you're fired too!
: You mean you lied? Cat
: That's what you do with pen pals. Dog
: I never knew that.