12 oz. Mouse

[Producer Man listens to the music that Fitz and Skillet are playing]

Producer Man:
Why, that there is a mean beat, I'm tellin' ya.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It is?

Producer Man:
Yeah, it is. It would sound great on my record label. In fact, it should already be on it. Where are we at on that?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You got a record label? For records?

Producer Man:
Yeah, I do. Up top. Come on, let's tour.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, hold it, dude.

Producer Man:
Hold it yourself, Pops. Maha! Zinger!

Peanut Cop:
Are you the one who broke in here now?

Producer Man:
Kid, I never have to break in when I am in the nim, you know what I'm saying?

Peanut Cop:
Um, no?

[Producer Man suddenly got his head sliced off spurting blood everywhere]

Peanut Cop:
[after being covered with blood] Is that ice cream? Awesome.

Eye:
I live on an eye-land in Eye-owa... or "Wy"-oming.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No. You can't do that.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
We just spent $64,000 in that bar, so we're going to have to get jobs, to cover up the fact that we rob banks.

Shark:
He's rectangley. That's how you'll know him. By his rectangularness.

Shark:
So let me get this straight.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Okay. Please.

Shark:
I sent you out to pick up a client and take him to a meeting.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes. Yes, sir.

Shark:
Instead of that, you took him to a porno set where he starred in his very first porno. Then you blew him up...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Wrong. That didn't happen.

Shark:
Then you robbed a bank.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Robbed a bank?

Shark:
Threw up on a woman...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[incredulous] Whaaaaat?

Shark:
And sang to the police.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That didn't happen. I didn't do that.

Shark:
Huh. So what did you do?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I did exactly what I wanted to do.

Shark:
Which was what, again?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
All things. A-L-L.

Shark:
You know what they say? That I'm gonna give you one more chance. They always say that?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, yeah, I think I'll give you one more chance.

[Mouse pulls out a gun and shoots the Shark multiple times]

Shark:
Bulletproof.

Shark:
Mmm. You didn't do it, did you?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, no. I did it.

Shark:
No, no, no, no. Don't lie. 'Cause you didn't do it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Did.

Shark:
All right, then what was the job?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
To do things.

Shark:
For what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mmm...money.

Shark:
Don't say money.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Rubles. Barney Rubles.

Shark:
Where's this going?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Right here.

Shark:
Where?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Everywhere.

Roostre:
You a mouse, or a--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Or what?

Roostre:
Or hell, I don't know. I just thought you were a mouse or something. I mean, you look like a damn mouse -- The mouse.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Officer, you can't sleep here. Officer? Officer, you can't sleep here, Officer.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop.

Green Sweated Woman:
You can't sleep here, Officer.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop.

Green Sweatered Woman:
You can't sleep here.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Officer, you can't sleep here.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop. Stop it.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Officer?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop it, stop it.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Officer, you can't sleep here.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Who are you?

Green Sweatered Woman:
I don't have to tell you who I am. You don't ask me who I am, you don't know me, you don't need to know who I am, you don't know who I am, you don't ask me who I am, you don't know me, you don't need to know who I am, you don't know who I am.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I know. No one knows who you are. Congratulations.

Green Sweatered Woman:
I don't have to say thank you to you. I said I don't have to say thank you to you. I don't have to say thank you to you. I said I don't have to say thank you to you. I don't have to say thank you to you.

[Mouse & Co. pull out guns and shoot her]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You got a special-effects guy outside, works in the movies. He worked on "Black Beast". He's the best. Have you seen that?

Golden Joe:
Unh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
There's not one entire beast in it, but you think there is, ok? He's that good. He's gonna make a mold of your head.

Golden Joe:
You want to do what with my head, man?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Your Golden Joe head.

Golden Joe:
What the hell?

[Fitz tackles Golden Joe]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shut up. I'm gonna take Joe head to the Shark. You get it? See, he'll think you're dead 'cause he's dumb.

Golden Joe:
What you talking about dead?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
But you're not...not yet.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I could get lost in this... field of corn dogs. But I'd never get hungry I could eat... corn dogs.

Rhoda:
You want the, uh, usual 12 beers at once?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, let's make it... let's make it 13.

Eye:
You kill trees.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shut up.

Eye:
Trees make oxygen.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Up yours.

Eye:
I breathe it, you breathe it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I shut up, you shut up.

Shark:
Hey, you're back.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Your back, your front.

Peanut Cop:
Bro... I don't know if you know... but, like, if this freaks you out just let me know... but, like, Joe and me and... let me know if Joe...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I love a party...with clowns and cakes. You know, I can't remember the last time I was at a party, and that is what is driving me out of my brains.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This is all like some sort of puke dream that I can't seem to shake the sweats from.

Roostre:
...And so, uh, now when I sleep I pull the covers over my ears because my sheets are banana spies. Because people who don't see hear very well.

Eye:
I'm having fun at your part-eye.

Shark:
Yeah, thanks, uh, love it over there... away from me... in Canada... or farther.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, my head... my brain... my... my beer.

Golden Joe:
Man, let's roll from here, man!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mmmm... let's go out later. 'Cause I want to drink some... so I can drive.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What do you know about tanks?

Golden Joe:
They are big as hell!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They're also good for busting squirrels out of jail. But first... this tank needs some liquor.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where is everyone? And why?

[Skillet points out Peanut Cop is the only person here who is at the diner]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He, uh...he doesn't count, man.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This party's weird. Nobody seems to be...partying.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
We're going to be Rock Stars. But first... we must burgle.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm hungry too, but there's nothing but a hand and a cold phone in the icebox.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I am enthusiastic... about all beer.

Rhoda:
[referring to Skillet] What is that? Is that a dog?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He's a squirrel.

Rhoda:
Yeah, I know. Come 'ere little squirrely.

[Skillet squeals]

Rhoda:
Come and get yourself a nut.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shut up.

Rhoda:
You shut up! You have no idea what kind of party is in store for us!

[Mouse points his gun at Rhoda]

Rhoda:
[nervously] Okay?

Peanut Cop:
[to Fitz, who has broken into a music store and started playing a guitar] What song was that? Because it totally rocks! [hums rock and roll tune] Rock and roll!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It's called F-Off. To you. So, take a hint.

Peanut Cop:
You boys, uh, hear anything, bank robbery...about it?

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Ye -- Yep.

Peanut Cop:
Umm, is that your stolen jet outside? With those bags of money in the backseat? [giggles] Dude?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, does it have bullet holes in it?

Peanut Cop:
Um...no.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Then it's not mine, is it?

Eye:
I... saw your slideshow.

Shark:
I know. "I" showed it to you. I was there, your big wet eyeball was there, we were both there. 'Member?

Eye:
I do.

Shark:
Who told you about the party? 'Cause I don't have people in that often. And you're not even people. You round, wet, unblinking, horrific orb. You're gross. I really wish you would leave my party.

Peanut Cop:
[looking at a wall covered in hats] It's like I'm staring at thousands of shoes!

[Mouse interviews for a job]

Shark:
Can I help you?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Can I help YOU?

Shark:
What do you do?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I do it all.

Shark:
Have a seat.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I will, because that's something I can do.

Shark:
Do something.

[Long pause, clock ticking]

Shark:
Do something.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I am. I did.

Shark:
What have you done?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[interrupts] It's already done.

Shark:
What did you do?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I helped you.

Shark:
Are you drunk?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Under his breath] ...Not drunk enough!

Liquor:
Eh Fitz, the usual?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yep.

Liquor:
That'll be...let's see...

[Fitz grabs beer]

Liquor:
$300?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Tell you what.

[drinks beer and throws in on ground and leaves]

Liquor:
Perfect.

[Skillet notices that his leg brace security device from prison has begun to blink and beep. He screams and jumps frantically]

Eye:
What in the piss is wrong with your friend?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
His name is Night Moves. He was born with it and he loves tanks.

[The brace on Skillet's leg explodes, leaving no trace of Skillet behind]

Eye:
Whoa.

[Fitz shoots one of Shark's cameras inside his house]

Shark:
Now, little guy's cameraphobic. Should have known.

Roostre:
You know radar is spelled backwards is radar. Did you know that?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[pauses]

Roostre:
You're thinkin' about it ain't ya?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Maybe.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[to Shark on phone] Hello?

Shark:
Did you found my record?

[cuts to the next scene where Mouse finds a random severed hand]

Shark:
You found it, didn't you?

Shark:
Now, spin it.

Shark:
[to Fitz] Drive him to cheese industries. You don't even know where that is. That's why we picked you, because everybody else knows.

Shark:
How about now?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes, how about now?

Shark:
Yeah, now's good. Before would have been better, but before is over.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What do you want?

Rectangular Businessman:
I have an appointment at Cheese Industries.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So?

Rectangular Businessman:
I'd like to hire you to drive me there.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No talking. Pay.

Rectangular Businessman:
How much in the world is it?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] Get in.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You like porno?

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, uh...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Look at this.

[Fitz shows Square Guy a sex doll]

Rectangular Businessman:
Um, I don't have any eyes.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, man. Sucks for you.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hey, why don't you feel around back there and grab me a beer?

Rectangular Businessman:
But you're driving.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Was driving. Sitting back here with you now.

[Fitz took the square guy to a unknown house apartment]

Rectangular Businessman:
Wait a second. This isn't Cheese Industries.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It's about to be. You should take off your shirt.

Rectangular Businessman:
What?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Just lie down on the bed. Ok, and roll camera. And action.

[Fitz gives the square guy the sex doll, but doesn't play with it]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Action. Come on now.

Rectangular Businessman:
Although this is a comfortable bed.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Kiss it.

Rectangular Businessman:
I don't think this is Cheese Industries.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Kiss it. Squeeze it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[talks about the square guy] My head. That guy was such a dork. We should rob that bank.

Rhoda:
[to Mouse] What are you celebrating here? Your outstanding gayness?

Rhoda:
You robbed a bank?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hell, yeah.

Rhoda:
You boys are wild.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes, we are.

Rhoda:
[laughs] I mean, you boys are like "WILD" wild, you know what I mean?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I mean, completely wild at a wildness, wildy, and I salute you.

[They both salute]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes, sir.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Like, whoa. Lookit down there.

[sees a woman at the bar]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[flirts] Me-ouse. Meouse.

[Fitz kisses Woman]

Man/Woman:
EEW!

[Woman slaps Fitz]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Ow.

Man/Woman:
What are you doing?

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Making out on you. It's what you wanted. I mean, come on. Look how you're dressed.

Man/Woman:
You're such a dick.

[Fitz throws up on Woman]

Man/Woman:
EEW! GET AWAY.

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Aw, come on, baby.

Man/Woman:
Man power, go.

[Woman transforms into Man]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Don't be that way.

[Man hovers out of the bar]

[Fitz sings an innapropriate song]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
[singing] I love little p*ssy. Her coat is so warm and if I--

Peanut Cop:
Oh, wait a second. Those are expensive beers. You must have pretty good jobs to pay for THOSE kind of beers.

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
Excuse me, but that bartender just called you a homo.

Peanut Cop:
Oh.

[Peanut shoots Rhoda]

Man/Woman:
Watch out. Oh. my god. Watch out. Watch, watch, watch! Watch it!

[Fitz gets hit by a car]

Man/Woman:
Oh, my god. Is he dead?

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
No, I'm just drunk.

Man/Woman:
Watch out!

[Fitz gets hit by another car]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
[in Woman's voice] Oh. my god.

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
It's cool, everybody I'm just drunk.

[Fitz get hit by many cars]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
See? It's ok.

[Fitz randomly fires a gun and then accidentally killing someone]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
It's all cool, man. It's just -- [gets hit by a car again] What? What? What are you all looking-- What are you looking at?

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
What's that? Is that a meteor?

[Fitz gets hit by a meteor]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
That's a cool meteor.

Producer Man:
Hey, kid. You are really something. You'd be great in pictures.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I would?

Producer Man:
Yeah, you would. Ho ho! Up top.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm too drunk.

Producer Man:
Perfect. Let me buy you a drink, because you are hired, sir. Ha!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, see, first I need to check with my boss, because he's a shark.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's it like to be a shark?

[Shark slips from his desk]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Nice.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So, what's it like to be an eye?

Eye:
It's, like, woooooow.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, yeah? Really?

Eye:
Real...estate.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So how do you know Shark?

Eye:
Shark know I.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So what, then you hired me through him?

Eye:
Aye.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mmm. Good news for mouse. [looks at the audience] He's hired.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's the job?

Eye:
Golden Joe.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Golden? No way.

Eye:
Way. Curds and whey.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Who is it?

Eye:
Magic man. Does business on frick.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Owes you money?

Eye:
Lots. Up to his eyes.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
How much does it cost?

Eye:
50 MIL. How much do you charge-y?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
50 MIL.

Eye:
Up front for eye?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Up front, up back, upside. Upside your head.

Eye:
It pays 50 MIL from eye.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, yeah. It pays 50 MIL up front. It pays 50 more MIL when I deliver. That's 60 MIL.

Eye:
It doesn't, but it will.

Shark:
Sit down.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
Stand up.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

[Fitz sits on the chair]

Shark:
Did, uh, did you meet the eye?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
Did he see you? Get it?

Shark:
Golden Joe is like magical. He's all disappeary and shut. You watch that, ok?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
'Cause I've come to care about you...a lot. And also not in that way. Yeah, in that way a little. Half and half.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I need a drink.

Shark:
It didn't matter. You'll be back.

[Golden Joe appears in the bar]

Rhoda:
Oh, wow. And I mean wow ow wow shut. Lip.

Rhoda:
Golden Joe. What the dealio?

Golden Joe:
You know what I'm sayin"?

Rhoda:
Nope, I-I do not. No way in hell do I do. I don't know.

Golden Joe:
Slide me a spill thrill, girl.

Rhoda:
You are Golden Joe. Golden frickin' Joe, people!

Golden Joe:
Flo mo so ho do quiz night, show you right. Shorty, wazzup?

Rhoda:
Yeah, I'm in! I'm in!

Golden Joe:
So, yo the mo.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What, is that, like, short for mouse? Then, yeah.

Golden Joe:
So tell me man, Mo, what's up? What you want with Joe? 'Cause the Joe got to blow in a few seconds, man. I gotta bounce. I got a few shorties at the house, man. What's up?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Price on your golden head.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Listen up, gweet. Golden Joe, he owes the eye a lot of mo...ney.

Golden Joe:
So?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] So, he wants me to collect half right now.

Liquor:
Ah, Fitz, the usual?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yup.

Liquor:
That'll be...let's see...

[Fitz grabs beer]

Liquor:
$300?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Tell you what.

[drinks beer and throws in on ground and leaves before Siren Lady sirens in Liquor's head.]

Golden Joe:
Man, what about Golden Joe? Where his drink at? I know you didn't just take my damn money up there and buy yourself a drink and leave me out, man. What's up?

[Fitz didn't respond]

Golden Joe:
WHERE'S MY DRINK?

Green Sweatered Woman:
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir? You can't park that tank here. Sir? Sir? Excuse me. You can't park that tank here. Sir? You can't park that here. Excuse me, sir? You can't park that tank here. Excuse me. You can't park that tank here.

[Green Sweatered Woman get shotted by Fitz's tank]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What'd she say?

Golden Joe:
Man, that was crazy as hell.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Officer, we have a plan.

Peanut Cop:
Right on. [coughs] Am I in on it? Dude.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mmm. In a way.

Peanut Cop:
Um...which way? Dude? Bro? Man bro.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Every way.

Peanut Cop:
No way. [cackles]

Golden Joe:
Ha ha ha! You so stoned, bro.

[Fitz, Golden Joe, and Peanut Cop laughs]

Peanut Cop:
Really?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hello? A little help.

Peanut Cop:
Oh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why don't you hold this.

[Fitz gives Peanut a ticking bomb]

Peanut Cop:
Is this, uh, part of the plan?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It can be.

Peanut Cop:
'Cause I am the law. Ha ha ha!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet, what's wrong?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet? Skillet? Skillet? What's shakin'?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, you're in a...you're in a jail.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh. You're in *this* jail.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, not for long. [to Golden Joe] You...trade.

[Golden Joe switch places with Skillet in bars to get Skillet out of jail]

Golden Joe:
Thank you, dawg.

Peanut Cop:
Hey...uh, you forgot your bomb.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You can keep it. I made it for you, man.

Peanut Cop:
Ohhh. You got me.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[singing] Look at the suuuuuuun over the mountainnnnnn. It sets like destiny. It's so beautifulllllll.

Eye:
I saw you driving the tank.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No. It wasn't me. I don't drive.

Eye:
Did you get my mon-eye?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I don't understand anything you're saying.

Eye:
Did you get my money?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yeeees.

Eye:
Where is it?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Pissed it away.

Eye:
Ooh. On what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Spent it on piss.

Eye:
On what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
A tank.

Eye:
Which tonk?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Every tonk.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[singing] Look with me, Eeeeeeye and see what you can seeeeeee when you see the suuuuuun when it seeeeeeeeeeeeets.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[jumping onto the desk, noticing the ghost-like person in the room] Hey, who's the ghost?

Shark:
That's the new guy. [referring to the worker's name that's actually "New Guy"]

Fitz's Wife:
Fitz, are you done? It's really late.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm doner than you'll ever know.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I've told you everything, and I'm through. I quit yesterday.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I just did it in front of your face.

[Shark and Square Guy talk to each other on phones at midnight]

Rectangular Businessman:
Shark guy, we've decided that it's time we had an important important business meeting.

Shark:
I was kind of hoping...um, I thought you were dead.

Rectangular Businessman:
I figured you were dumb enough to knew you thought that.

Shark:
Well, I guess that we-- I knew that you knew that.

Rectangular Businessman:
Ok, but as everyone knows, I'm too rich to be dead.

Shark:
We...um--

Rectangular Businessman:
The magnitude of my wealth goes beyond any wall...of China.

Shark:
Yeah. Good for you. And I'm rich and desire to sleep, so--

Rectangular Businessman:
So what? Now is convenient for me.

[the square guy shows up to Shark's office while wearing a headphone mic that Shark was talking to on phone]

Shark:
Oh, look at you...here.

Rectangular Business:
I am here more than you want. You've been getting the signals, I trust?

Shark:
Yeah, I got those.

Rectangular Businessman:
Yes, you did got those-- Or Goto.

Shark:
How much does he know?

Rectangular Businessman:
How much does who know?

Shark:
You know. [possibly referring to Fitz]

[Fitz pulls up a knife on Skillet]

Skillet:
[terrified squeal]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, Skillet. Sorry, Skillet. I didn't -- I forgot it was you.

[Fitz opens up a package that has a corn dog]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This is a corn dog. [the corn dog glows] This must be a divining corn dog.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It must want...mustard.

Roostre:
[singing] Some people like their cod, some people slop them hogs. Me, I do different, I grow big old fat corn dogs.

Roostre:
Where's that mustard at?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I could get lost in this field of corn dogs...for a long time, but I would never die, because I would get to eat. Corn dogs for the picking.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Who are you?

Roostre:
Name's Rooster-- R-double "O"-S-T-R-E-- Sometimes all in capitals, depending on if you're yelling at me or not. So, uh, are you yelling?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I ain't yelling.

Roostre:
Well, not yet.

Roostre:
See you found Footlong there.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Who's that?

Roostre:
Footlong. He's my homing dog-- Got a sense for radar and quasnip.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So your corn dog has radar. [looks at the audience] I knew it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
But what would you want with radar?

Roostre:
What's anyone want with radar? Everything, boy-- Mouse, whatever.

[the corn dog suddenly flies off out of Fitz's hands]

Roostre:
What the hell? Give me missile command, ASAP. Where in the hell does that damn mutt think he's going to? Hold on you mangy smellhound. Here it comes. Fire!

[the flying corn dog gets blown from one of Roostre's rockets]

[the bird randomly sits on Fitz's head]

Roostre:
Hey, do you want a beer...or do we need to get 12?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You talking to me or this bird?

Roostre:
Listen, Mouse, listen all around you and hear what they want you to hear. Me, I'm out. I'm far out. I'm so-- [clears thought then coughs] What did I say?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Square Guy.

Roostre:
[laughs] Like freaking Bluto, man, you know. And you're in the middle, which unfortunately is in the way.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So let me get this straight. You're...out of beer? Or you're not out of beer?

Roostre:
Wha--What did I say again? What have I already-- I'm serious, man. I'm fried.

[Shark shows a presentation about aspirin]

Shark:
And then, uh, Aspirin was invented, a common cure for things that Aspirin cures-- Leads to rabies.

Shark:
We all, uh, we all clear up to now.

[none of the employees asked until square guy's headphone mic was beeping]

Rectangular Businessman:
I just sold 30 million. I bet none of you have 30 million.

Shark:
Uh-huh, like --

Rectangular Businessman:
I live in a bank.

Shark:
[doesn't care] Yeah. Then Aspirin was invented, a common cure for things that Aspirin cures.

Roostre:
That's when C.J. Muff left Q109. I said, "Aw, Muff, what you doing leaving Q109, you dumbass dog?"

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh that's, um-- That's all very interesting. I wonder where Muff went.

Roostre:
Muff who? I'm the freaking corn dog king!

Roostre:
Where did Muff go? Come on, Mouse!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Come on where?

Roostre:
You just don't get it, do you? You don't get it at all.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I got it. I got a beer.

Roostre:
Man, I am so shot.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I... [Fitz passes out]

Roostre:
Man, you're all kind of f'ed up.

[Square guy tries to flirt with Man]

Rectangular Businessman:
Hey, baby, I decided that since I'm a woman and you're a man that you would sleep over with me in my expensive bedding.

Man/Woman:
You don't have any eyes.

Rectangular Businessman:
Remember, I'm rich.

Man/Woman:
I don't care about your money. Money doesn't mean anything here.

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, dogs will bark, won't they?

Man/Woman:
Woman power on.

[Man transforms into Woman]

Man/Woman:
Arrest this man. [referring to square guy]

Peanut Cop:
[giggling] Who knows who I am...here? Does anybody know...who I am? Because I'm under arrest.

[Peanut shoots himself but only his cop hat]

Eye:
I think that I am ver-eye ti-red of the ti-me. Ver-eye tired of the time. Ver-eye tired of the time. Ver-eye tired of the time. [panicking] Ver-eye tired of the time! VER-EYE TIRED OF THE TIME! VER-EYE TIRED OF THE TIME GAS!

[Clock uses time gas to chill Eye down]

Shark:
You're what again?

Eye:
I meant, fruitfully, I'm t--

Shark:
I don't know what that mean, but yes...you are.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What are these papers? These are some mysterious papers. I wonder of Skillet's been turned into paper?

Shark:
You like corn dogs, butch? Don't-- Don't say yes, because I hate corn dogs. It is "Butch", Isn't it?

[Fitz picks up the phone]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hello?

Shark:
Hey, it's me -- Your buddy. How are you?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I couldn't be busier.

Shark:
Doing what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm...I'm on this phone.

Shark:
That's fair. I'll call you back when you're not on the phone.

Shark:
Um, when will you be not on the phone?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm not on the phone talking...to the phone.

Shark:
That works.

[Shark hangs up a second later, until he call Fitz back]

Shark:
Hey, it's, um, it's me again. Are you -- Are you not on the phone...still?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
Is that a yes?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It is? Then, yes.

Shark:
If I were you, I would not check my icebox. I wouldn't check yours either.

[Fitz goes by his fridge and sees a cold phone ringing]

Shark:
What's in there in the icebox? Get on your little, tiny mousy tiptoes.

Shark:
Tell me what's in the icebox.

[Fitz didn't answer]

Shark:
Hello? Mouse?

Rhoda:
You know where it is, and I'm not saying this is what I think, know, or have heard to be true. Seriously, but Liquor said that Mouse is up to his cans.

Eye:
W-eye-rd.

Rhoda:
Yeah, not only that, the new guy, I heard he got out, right, like someone got him out, and he got a thing for squirrels. I'm not talking as thought he's cheesy green up on 'em. I'm saying more like equadorian sleep, if you get the picture.

Eye:
Piiiicture.

Rhoda:
Oh, and another thing, Rooster-- You know Rooster? Up on the farm guy? Alright, well, Liquor also says that a letter accidentally got delivered to him, but before he could open it, BOOM! Just like that, Clock shows up. Next thing he remembers, it's Day 97.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's up, G.A.'s?

Rhoda:
Nothin'.

Eye:
I saw you crash.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm sure that you did, 'cause you seem to see everything.

Eye:
Affirmative.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I see you see you mean we. Come with me and fly away.

[Bug starts to set cameras]

Shark:
Set up the cameras. No, the 50 millimeter. Yes, the only ones we have, the hidden ones.

Bug:
[robot noises]

Shark:
Ugh! I'm still lookin' at you not setting up the cameras. I'm, you know, just planning my day.

Shark:
How long do you think I'll be watching you not do what I told you to do?

[Fitz and Eye comes back to Fitz's house to see the arrow the Spider make]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
See it?

Eye:
I see...not.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It was right f-ing here. Where the "F" is it? It was a-- It was an f-ing arrow, and it was right the "F" here.

Eye:
Uh-huh. I hungr-eye.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Good. That means you're leaving.

Eye:
That will happen. Now.

[Eye escapes through Fitz's window]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What are these - These are formulas or...these papers. These papers are driving me crazy. Crazy into the night.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet, you're back.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where have you been?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, tell me about the nightmare.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
HOLY SHEE!

[Golden Joe appears at the bar]

Golden Joe:
Cheetah, mama. Slap me a sis.

[sees Shark at the bar then disappears immediately]

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That sounds like he was a good dancer, but yet...

[Clock uses time gas on Fitz & Skillet]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
These papers are suddenly useless, and now I must burn them...for a reason I don't know.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm getting an idea from your yelling mouth, your so yelling mouth.

[after Peanut Cop hearing F-Off]

Peanut Cop:
This is...a great song. [chuckles] But I'm here because I'm... [wheezes] did, uh, somebody break in here?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, it waasn't us.

[Fitz & Skillet played F-Off again afterwards]

[Liquor reads Mosquitor's note from camp]

Liquor:
Your Dad and I spent over 10 years and $94,000 putting together my mosquito costume, and now I am pleased to announce that I have become a mosquito. [breaths] The costume is quite realistic, and I have even attached bladders to the nose thing, so I can suck up liquids when I puncture them with my nose thing. I could be buzzing all round you on a hot summer day, and you wouldn't even recognize me as your son child. You would just think, "Get away, Mosquito." [breaths] From my point of view, you would be 3,000 dads because of the way I've designed my eyeballs. I might be saying, "Dad, it's me; Dad, it's me," But you wouldn't be able to understand my language because of its buzzing. I'm also into plastics now. I am making plastic tubes that you can suck liquids through, kind of like my mosquito nose, but used for different reasons. Hope you're doing well at camp. See you soon." Mos--Mos--Mosquito--Mosquitor? Mosq--Mosquiting.

Liquor:
I don't know who that is.

Shark:
What's this?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
My new record. It's called, um... "F-Off."

Shark:
Is it good?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mm-hmm.

Shark:
So you've been making records?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
'Cause, uh, I've always kind of wanted to be in a band.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No way. What do you play?

Shark:
I play, uh, with minds. Shh! Go home and think about that. And...don't look under your bed.

[a bunch of people ran through Woman]

Man/Woman:
Where's everyone going?

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, first off, all those people are actually following me, because I have a 7,000-mile global head start, so if you think I'm following them, you are wrong. I am a leader, not a follower.

Man/Woman:
You play catch with me now.

Rectangular Businessman:
No, uh...now way in hell.

Man/Woman:
Do you know how to play catch?

Rectangular Businessman" I know how to play "You give me $40."

Man/Woman:
It's easy. I throw ball, and you catch ball. Try it now.

[Woman throws the ball to square guy but didn't catch it]

Man/Woman:
You didn't catch the ball. Try again.

[Woman throws the ball again to square guy]

Rectangular Businessman:
I don't have any arms.

Man/Woman:
Oh.

Rectangular Businessman:
And now that you've mad me admit what you wrongfully think is a medical inconsistency, I have to go. I'm extremely late, and you are the one who has problems, not me. [Square guy leaves]

[Rhoda shows up]

Man/Woman:
Hey, you want to play catch?

Rhoda:
Uh, no. I do not.

Rhoda:
Hey, did you happen to see where everyone went to?

Man/Woman:
Yes.

Rhoda:
Ok. Which, way was that to?

Man/Woman:
You're ending your sentences in prepositional phrases. You better stop ending your sentences in prepositional phrases.

Rhoda:
Ha ha, or what?

Man/Woman:
Or I'll make it look like you killed me.

Rhoda:
Yeah, look. I was late because I had to close the bar, and I don't ever close the bar, but I closed it, ok? So if you want to live, tell me where they went to.

Man/Woman:
Never. [walks away]

[Fitz & Skillet playing F-Off as usual]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Skillet. Down, down, Skillet. Stop everybody stop.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
When I go like this... [playing riff] That's when you hit the cymbals.

Skillet:
[squeals]

[Skillet tries to sync the beat with his cymbals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, man. You're still doing it wrong.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What'd you, um, what'd you do with the cymbals?

[Fitz and Skillet found a random television by their door]

Shark:
Welcome to "The Shark Show." Um, tonight is gonna be really fun 'cause we have, uh, Pronto here. And here's Pronto.

[Pronto waves "hi"]

Shark:
Anyway, Pronto, to my left, lives in a condo down off quiver. He's into, uh, archery. Archery, Mouse. You hear that? Pronto's into archery. And he's the best.

Shark:
He's an archerist, Mouse. An archerist.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's good show.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, you're right. It's not a good show at all.

Peanut Cop:
Everybody, don't move. Sto-o-o- [wheezes] Stop moving around so much...around. [chuckling] Uh, down. [pulls up his gun] Give me the cash. Come on -- Come on, guys. I'm -- I'm totally -- I'm totally serious.

Peanut Cop:
I'm not...foolin'. Ha Ha Ha! [singing] F-F-Foolin' [cackles] Around. Give it to me. Give me the cash. Oh, god! The Leppard rocks. Right? [singing] F-Foolin' [sighs then wheezes] I'm starving.

Peanut Cop:
I'm gonna count... [wheezes] To like, 3, ok? And everybody who can give me cash, they better give it to me. Alright? Like...now. Everybody. [chuckling then coughs] Ok. Give me the cash. Give me some fries.

Peanut Cop:
Is it -- Is the gun on here? [chuckling]

Peanut Cop:
Everybody? Where'd you go? Give me some fries. Ha Ha Ha! You better give me the cash, right? 'Cause then I'll have the cash, ok? And then people -- They come over to me, and I'll say -- They'll say... [wheezes] Hold on, hold on. Let me start -- Let me start over. People might come up to me and say, "Can I have some cash or some money?" And I'll say, "No way, dude."

[Peanut Cop randomly shoots inside the diner when he flied off a few seconds]

Peanut Cop:
Awesome. When did that happen?

Man/Woman:
No one will play catch with me.

Liquor:
Good.

Man/Woman:
My job at the diner is not working out. I would rather play catch all day than work at that diner with the food.

Liquor:
I have an idea, and it's a good one.

Man/Woman:
Tell me.

Liquor:
Go outside, stand in the road. Every time you see a car, flip it off.

Man/Woman:
What will that do?

Liquor:
It will be neat.

Rectangular Businessman:
I hope you know how very lucky you are to know me since I'm so incredibly incredible.

Shark:
Yeah. I am.

Rectangular Businessman:
I heard that your greeny friend had a hankering for circus dogs.

Shark:
I know.

Rectangular Businessman:
And that new guy got himself a prize. That's what I heard.

Shark:
You are so...talk so much.

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, I'm just stating the obvious, which makes me 100% right during all conversation.

Shark:
Yeah, so, uh, you sure this'll work?

Rectangular Businessman:
Has it ever not succeeded? Notice how I didn't use the "F" word because that word is to be not found in my vocab.

Rectangular Businessman:
Keep that thing away, or I won't do this.

Shark:
Do it.

Rectangular Businessman:
Do it, please. Okay, you win. Miglo lamafla verniminin.

[every people's metal hats starts to purply glow]

Rectangular Businessman:
It is done. I did it.

Shark:
Get out.

Rectangular Businessman:
I will bill you.

Shark:
All the way out.

Rectangular Businessman:
In a huge way.

Shark:
Yeah, keep going. Keep going.

[the square guy stops after leaving his office]

Shark:
Just -- No, just keep going till I stop saying "Keep going".

[the Square Guy proceeds to move on leaving his office]

Shark:
Keep going. Keep going. Can you even still hear me?

[Square Guy already left]

Shark:
Good.

[Fitz sees Woman flipping off on Fitz's jet upside down]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What the--

[Fitz goes back to see Woman]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's up with your problem?

Man/Woman:
[while flipping off] Seashells run dry over the seashell.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The what?

Man/Woman:
Seashells run dry over the seashell.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Um...

Man/Woman:
[flips him off again] Seashells run dry over the--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Stop. Get in.

[Woman gets in Fitz's jet]

[Rhoda walks by seeing Fitz, Skillet, and Woman seeing a fake dead replica of Rhoda]

Rhoda:
Hey. The bar is closed. [sees his fake replica] Oh, ha ha ha. Hey, you're not gonna tell anybody, are ya? Oh, come -- It's just a fake! I mean, it's made of metal, for crying out loud. It's a joke. It's a gift from my -- From my, uh, realtor. Isn't it? Come on, guys.

Shark:
[mentioning Eye] Um...did he tell you about the job?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mh-hmm.

Shark:
That's goo... that -- That's good, right?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Shark:
Look, when you drink you're drinking and when you're drinking...you have.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No.

Rhoda:
Hey, you know, this really isn't a good idea of being here. I mean, this place where we're at now? That's the idea that I'm referring to that isn't good.

Rhoda:
What is that? A, uh...the dog?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He's a squirrel.

Rhoda:
Yeah, I know. [taming Skillet] Here, squirrelly, squirrelly. Get yourself a nut.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shut up.

Rhoda:
YOU SHUT UP! You have no idea what kind of party is in store for us here.

[Fitz pulls up his gun on him]

Rhoda:
[firmly backs up] Ok?

[Rhoda talks about the characters that got jobs that worked for Shark]

Rhoda:
Rooster, dude. Rooster is the guy.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What about Rooster.

Rhoda:
He's a He. Everything -- Everything he touches goes bad.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What about that? [pointing to Man/Woman]

Rhoda:
She's the "Man-Woman". You ought to ask him. He'll show you.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And that no-eyed square guy -- What's his deal?

Rhoda:
Don't talk to him, man. You don't know what you're getting into. I'm telling you.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Who is he?

Rhoda:
Uh, he's rich. He's really rich. He -- He's the bank. He's got, like all this mad cash from the...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
From the what?

Rhoda:
I don't know. Rooster knows. One more question, and I'm out, because I am sick and tired [pauses] ...of this.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What do you know about a...cold phone?

[Rhoda slaps the cold phone out of Fitz's hands]

Rhoda:
You don't ever want to get one. Not ever.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And what about this Pronto?

Rhoda:
No, no, shh. No, shh, don't. I said one more, and that's it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You're gonna leave here and go to your bar, and when that no-eyed square guy shows up... [pulls up a rocket gun]

[Rhoda flinches out]

[turns out his rocket gun shoots out his phone number]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Call me.

Rhoda:
Thank you.

[ironically Fitz's rocket gun actually shoots out an arrow to Rhoda]

[after hearing Roostre's 2nd song]

Peanut Cop:
Did you hear that, guys? That was beautiful.

Golden Joe:
I miss...I miss the old days and -- And the purple haze and the mayonnaise and the friggin' days in my maze. Eating ketchup sandwiches under the christmas tree.

Peanut Cop:
Bro, I don't know if you know, but, like, if this freaks you out, just let me know, but, like, Joe and me and let me know if Joe...

Golden Joe:
Oh, no, you just didn't man. You said, "Joe let me know." That's a rhyme on my dime, biznitch. Slap me a lickie quick, old mna.

Peanut Cop:
Far out.

Golden Joe:
Far out.

Peanut Cop:
Out!

Golden Joe:
Man, I'm so far out I'm crunk as a mug up in this joint, man. Out like dismount in the planet and man sho kimshow.

Roostre:
Alright, now. Hey, hey.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, ho! Oh, shoot.

Roostre:
Hey, guys. Uh, did I ever tell you, uh, about, uh, how I got here? Did I -- How I got to be like this?

Golden Joe:
One more again, Roost. Got where to be like what?

Roostre:
You know where.

[Fitz is amazed using a telescope sniper]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Man, these are f-ing cool.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They were about $300 or $400.

Fitz's Wife:
What are you doing here?

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Fitz's Wife:
That's my -- That was for Fitz. Why did you take it? Leave us alone, you bastard.

[Fitz's Wife gets shot by one of Shadowy's tranquilizer darts]

Roostre:
It was just a car, man. I mean, I left the stereo, and this guy shows up and some guy -- I can't even make out his features and everything -- And he growls and growls. The next thing I know, I wake up in some room -- Some room painted white where there's a giant fan all spinning, and here he comes -- This shapeless thing -- And he comes out for me and I can't move. I got something sticking out of neck and it paralyzes me, and he grabs me and starts pushing me toward the fan.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Ok, here's the deal, fellas. One of you, all of you, none of you maybe know exactly what is going on here.

Roostre:
Now, Mouse, you don't know what you're talking about.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shut up. Nobody talks. Nobody talks until I... [looks at his weirdly shaped gun] figure out what I'm doing with this thing.

[Skillet comes out of the bag]

Roostre:
Is that thing like a rabbit or...

Peanut Cop:
Dude....that is totally an animal.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This is all, like, some sort of puke dream that I can't seem to shake the sweats from. And every time I turn around, there's a shark and a clock and some sort of eyeball thing.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, I completely understand, dude. I mean, I'm totally blown away by the eyeball man. I mean, if I see him...

Roostre:
Look, eyeball, schmeyeball.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Funny thing is I have these weird flashes like I've been somewhere before. Like I've been ripped from somewhere for reasons I don't understand. Does anyone else pick that up -- That understanding of...rippedness?

[Peanut smokes a cigar]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[to Peanut] I know you do. Does, uh...Birmingham mean anything to anyone? Does it? [to Roostre] How about you?

Roostre:
You know. I told you before. The night we got drunk. About Muff.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So what?

Roostre:
Well, so what is, his real name is Birmingham. That's so what.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I think, uh, I've got a lot on my mind, gentlemen. I've got a lot on my mind and a load up gun in my hands, so don't "F" this up. And I'm not sure when it's gonna go off.

[New Guy appears out of thin air before Fitz's gun shoots out of his hands]

[New Guy dances]

Roostre:
Good god, here we go.

Rhoda:
[trying to call Fitz on phone] Mouse, Mouse. He's here. Square business man is here. I called you like you asked, and don't say I didn't tell you so.

Shark:
[controlling Rhoda's phone] This is Rhoda, Isn't it? How you doing, Rhoda? Still, uh, alive, I hear. It's gonna go hard for you, Rhoda. You're not gonna like what comes next.

[Rhoda encounters square guy in his bar]

Rhoda:
Hey, can I, uh, can I get you something? Uh, partner?

Rectangular Businessman:
I'm sorry. It sounded like you said "Partner".

Rhoda:
You know, buddy, guy, chum. Square.

Rectangular Businessman:
Let me see if I can get "you" something.

[Square guy uses his mind powers on Rhoda]

Rhoda:
Wh-what are you getting at?

[Rhoda psychically gets split in half]

Rectangular Businessman:
[to Shark on phone] Shark, I am running a tad late, but I am super excited to be attending your little soiree.

Shark:
Just get here, and, uh, don't hurt Rhoda.

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, I...promise I won't touch him.

[meanwhile back at Roostre's house where the Fitz's friends gets stuck from New Guy's dancing movements]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Go to do something. But I can't.

Roostre:
NOBODY LOOK AT HIM. GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE SONG FINISHES!

Peanut Cop:
Dude, we need -- We need to totally, like. All we need to do is, well, [chuckles] I don't know, we're in trouble.

Golden Joe:
We got to roll gizmites, out of here like last year. Dig this. This is what you were trying to lay down, right?

Peanut Cop:
[singing] Lay down. Ha Ha!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Give me that.

[Fitz takes back his jet skateboard that Roostre was standing on]

Roostre:
[shows manners to Fitz] Give me that, please.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Take the taxi and meet me in town in one hour.

Roostre:
What's an hour in this town.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, he's totally on target, man. What time?

Golden Joe:
Time, shine, hine, pine. Dojo gots to go. Like right no'.

Peanut Cop:
Dude, give me the keys. I think I should be driving. You?

Roostre:
No way, fuzz.

Peanut Cop:
But I insist. Ahh...gimme the keys.

Golden Joe:
Don't let him drive, Roost. You crazy, you straight up crazy to let him drive. I'll drive.

[Golden Joe disappears then reappears to swipe the keys, but then got backslapped from Roostre]

Golden Joe:
Step off, man, I'm a good driver. I will drive.

Roostre:
No, you ain't. No way you ain't.

Golden Joe:
Man, I'm a good driver. I drove my Mom crazy all last year. I'm a good driver.

Peanut Cop:
Yes, he is, he is, I know. [chuckles] Give him the keys. [tries to tackle Roostre but failed miserably]

Roostre:
I'm driving.

Green Sweatered Woman:
This party isn't that great. I have been to better parties that have been much greater. If you think I'm having fun at this party, I am not.

Green Sweatered Woman:
There are no bacon-wrapped goodies at this party. Bacon-wrapped goodies are my favorite. I need a bacon-wrapped goodie like you need plastic surgery.

Rectangular Businessman:
Hell of a party, Shark.

Shark:
Shut up. How's Rhoda doing?

Rectangular Businessman:
She has a small head head injury but nothing too fixable.

Shark:
If you killed her I'll--

[Eye shows up]

Eye:
I'll?

Shark:
Yeah, you. Glad you came.

[Green Sweatered Woman tries to take someone's drink]

Green Sweatered Woman:
Can I have this? I want this thing here. Give it to me? Did you hear me? I need this for me?

Liquor:
Hey, so what do you all do?

[the human citizens has no response]

Liquor:
No kidding? In town or...

[the human citizens still have no response until they get sucked by a Hovervac]

Liquor:
That is a treat. Excuse me. I have enjoyed our chat.

Man/Woman:
I have read all of these books, and they are good books. Out of all these books, I would say that they are all these my favorite.

Liquor:
Hi.

[Woman turns into Man]

Liquor:
And hi to you.

Man/Woman:
Leave us alone. We are reading.

Liquor:
All these books are the same. They're all titled "Rules".

Man/Woman:
So?

Liquor:
So I mean are you reading "Rules" or "Rules" and if you've read one don't you sort of already know what the other one is about?

Man/Woman:
Selur At Era Selur.

Liquor:
I'm sorry.

Man/Woman:
[points to the 2nd book] Selur At Era Selur.

Liquor:
Your mama, ok.

Human Citizen #1:
Hey, Buttermilk. Is this your new car? This looks like your new car.

Buttermilk:
Uh-oh.

[the human citizens get crashed and burned by Fitz's jet]

Roostre:
Dammit, Joe, I'm the pilot around here, not you. I told you to let me drive and leave these controls alone.

Golden Joe:
We did.

Peanut Cop:
We have been driving, driven? [wheezing] Because Jesus saves.

Roostre:
Shut up.

Peanut Cop:
What am I? What am I talking about?

Roostre:
Don't even think about it, Fitz.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What? Don't think about it -- What?

Roostre:
Trust me you don't want to go in there.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What did you call me?

Roostre:
I didn't call you anything.

Peanut Cop:
This is awesome. You're a mouse.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, no, no, you...you called me Fitz. Liquor called me Fitz once.

Roostre:
It's just a name like Butch. It doesn't mean nothing.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Shark called me Butch.

Roostre:
Butch is nothing, too. It's like when you wake up and tell your son's friend, hey, man, are you going to sleep all day, Butch, or you gonna mow the lawn? That's it. That's what it is. That's all it is.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It's so much more than that.

Golden Joe:
Man, I got to do the trickle. You got to open this up so I can go.

Peanut Cop:
Me, too, dude. Up top.

Roostre:
Driving with you guys is like driving with a bunch of damn babies.

[a circle effect closes up on Roostre face looking like a funny ending quote from a tv sitcom]

Shark:
And that's where we cut. The Circle Effect is effective.

Eye:
That's a good show. How does it end?

Shark:
It never ends.

Eye:
But everything ends. Somehow.

Shark:
You are becoming a real problem.

Eye:
I'm sorry.

Rectangular Businessman:
Shark, I think he should prove his sorryness with these. [pulls up a bloody shear]

Shark:
Wow. Yeah, that's -- That's menacing. We are going to hire the hand next to, uh, operate those?

[Eye slowly walks back from Shark's lair]

Shark:
[to Rectangular Businessman] Hey, are you listening to me?

Rectangular Businessman:
Shh, I'm making it happen.

[Skillet sees a secret hatch inside the bookcases and start to hit it several times]

Shark:
Whoa, down little buddy, down. I don't want to have to tell you again. I will, but I don't want to.

[Eye gets his leg cut off by a severed hand]

Eye:
I hurt. I hurt.

Roostre:
You say you've done this before and it's gonna work.

Peanut Cop:
It's like rocketry. [chuckles] Your pee is like rocketry because it rockets out, you know, and if you have two rockets, step back. Here go the rockets.

Roostre:
Alright. Just do it and don't get any on me.

[Peanut starts to pee to break out Fitz's jet car]

Peanut Cop:
Feels so good.

[Golden Joe starts to join in on the fun]

Peanut Cop:
Oh, was that your Joe? [wheezing]

[the glass starts to break from Peanut and Golden Joe's piss]

Roostre:
Holy crap, it worked. [sees they're still pissing] Ok, ok. It worked. Now stop.

Golden Joe:
You can't tell me when to stop, man. You can't tell me my jack to stop. Man, that's messed up. I can't stop. Man, that's straight up. That's tore up. I can't stop. I gotta go.

Peanut Cop:
You can't stop the pee, man, it goes and goes...and no, no, no, no. Ha ha ha!

Liquor:
That's a tricky bookcase, isn't it?

Man/Woman:
Stop your stop talk. I'm trying to--

Liquor:
I know you're reading, but you're not reading. You're not reading, you're not doing anything here, but not doing.

Man/Woman:
[looks at the audience] Hardly.

Liquor:
What's...What's, uh, what's back there? What's behind the case?

[Woman looks both ways concerningly]

Liquor:
Or are you too scared to tell me.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Wow, this is a great necktie. Thanks.

Fitz's Wife:
You have to wear it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I really like it.

Fitz's Wife:
You have to wear it now.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'll put it on in the morning.

Fitz's Wife:
The morning was too late. Put it on now.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What?

Fitz's Wife:
You have to put it on now.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Ok. Here. [puts the necktie a bit up high] How's this? Is that good?

Fitz's Wife:
Tie it around your neck. It has to make contact with your flesh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It's late. I'll tie it tomorrow.

Fitz's Wife:
Tomorrow is too late. Now is time.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why? What's that? That sounds like a [pulls up his gun] baby.

Fitz's Wife:
It's our baby.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
We don't have a baby.

Fitz's Wife:
We had a baby. When we hade her, the time is coming that -- To her -- Us -- Put on the tie. Mm.

Rectangular Businessman:
Facades of this expense are becoming unpopular with my investors.

Shark:
Your investors are one.

Rectangular Businessman:
I don't know if you know this, but there are many that make one.

Shark:
One...is enough...for too much.

Rectangular Businessman:
Your jealousy overwhelms your reputation.

Shark:
My reputation is big-time and recorded. You are eyeless and squared.

Rectangular Businessman:
60 of what you think is a reputation for one is your downfall.

Shark:
Well...we'll see about that in due time, won't we?

Rectangular Businessman:
Time is due, indeed.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Shark:
[to Skillet] And you -- You need a whiff of my friend. [referring to Clock]

Roostre:
What's up with this party, man? This blows.

Golden Joe:
Man, this party is straight jack. It's completely wack. I could've got with Monique tonight.

Roostre:
Will you shut up? Oh, damn, boy, your voice is like a human P.A., and where's that baked cop at?

Green Sweatered Woman:
Who are you? What are you doing at this party? Who invited you? Who do you think you are?

[Peanut angrily wakes up]

Green Sweatered Woman:
I know who you are. I know what you're doing here. You know I know,

[Peanut pulls up his gun at the blabbering woman]

Green Sweatered Woman:
You're weird-looking. I'm not weird-looking, but you're weird-looking.

Liquor:
Hey, are you Rooster?

Roostre:
Sometimes all in caps, depending on--

Liquor:
If I'm yelling at you or not, right?

Roostre:
Uh-huh.

Liquor:
Do you have a son, by any chance?

Roostre:
No.

Liquor:
He went to camp. You went to camp.

Roostre:
How did you, uh--

Liquor:
This letter. [showing him the same paper from Mosquitor's letter to see if Roostre actually went to camp with somebody]

Roostre:
I'll be.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Just when I think I know what I'm thinking, I'm in this cloud. I know that when a man has memories, it's just electrical impulses through the brain that create the memories...because those impulses travel...at the speed of light. Therefore, the brain time-travels, and that's how he remembers... [drinks beer] But how does he feel? How does he feel those memories? How does he feel those thoughts? What...time is it?

[Liquor shows his Liquor store splattered in blood]

Liquor:
See this?

Roostre:
Yeah. I see it. What the hell happened in here?

Liquor:
Your letter.

Roostre:
My letter did this? Man, you got a bar around here? Because I'm tired as hell.

Liquor:
Come down here to the basement.

Roostre:
What's a Liquor store doing with a basement?

Liquor:
It's uh -- It's for, uh, tornadoes and...and some other stuff.

Roostre:
What in the hell is that?

Liquor:
I think you know what it is.

Roostre:
First off, I don't even think you know what I know, and I'm telling you, I don't know what that is.

Shark:
I did it. I did it, and I won, and I beat them all... [slurps his drink] And it tastes good.

[Producer Man comes in]

Producer Man:
H-Hey, kids. No one wins until I win because I win at stuff all the time. Ha Ha! You got that? Aah! What the --

[Producer man sees the square guy get shot by arrow onto the wall]

Producer Man:
OOOOOHH! What's wrong, little man? Ha Ha! You got...you got a...uh, you got some arrows stuck through ya. Ha Ha Ha! Zinger. Boing. Ha Ha! Ha! Up top. Let's tour, right? Am I right? Am I right?

Shark:
Wrong, very, very wrong.

Producer Man:
Come on, Shark, we're a team. It's me and you, and we go to the zoo, right? Ha Ha Ha! Come on. Chug along, buddy.

Shark:
It's over.

Producer Man:
Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga BAAH!

Shark:
Stop it.

Producer Man:
I do it at my restaurant every night, but sometimes I forget, and then the boss man is all, "Do your side work," and I'm like, "I'm marrying these ketchups as fast as I can." EEEH! Ha Ha Ha!

Producer Man:
I got these t-shirts made.

Shark:
Look. It's over.

Producer Man:
Shark, it ain't over. It's you and me and you and me and you and me and you. BAP! Damn it.

[Producer Man suddenly gets killed offscreen]

Shark:
[mocking] Where's the zinger? We all love to laugh.

[Roostre gets trapped in a web]

Roostre:
Hey, Liquor, come here for a second. I need to talk to you. This is very important. I need to find my teacher, tell here I need to get back in the boat, and I need to go home.

Liquor:
Yeah. It's a web. Get it?

Roostre:
Yeah. I get it. Now can you let me out of here?

Liquor:
Let you out? No.

Roostre:
Why me? I mean, uh, what did I do?

Liquor:
You come too close to restarting everything. I know you. You'll set the alarm.

[Liquor closes the basement door]

Roostre:
I'll set the alarm? Is there a beer down there?

[Shark and Square Guy watches Fitz saving all of his friends out of the building on a security camera TV]

Rectangular Businessman:
Is this finally the end?

Shark:
It's never the end. [to Pronto] Take him out and do it for real this time, ok? You're supposed to be good at this.

Bug:
[robot noises]

Shark:
No. You can't go with him because you'll just [beep] it up because you're retarded.

Rectangular Businessman:
I'm so extremely bored. What else is on?

Shark:
It's only this day after day after day.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's up with this night? Why is it so... [drinks] night?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What are you so excited about? The what?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The where?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh...Star Circle.

Skillet:
[squeal]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Circle of Stars.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Circle of the...roundness?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Damn, my head. I need some Aspirin.

Liquor:
Oh, good, Square here's. Hi, Square.

Rectangular Businessman:
Lick it, Oval.

Liquor:
What's your Square pleasure?

Rectangular Businessman:
You probably don't have it, but it's Rusianik Chid. It's an old drink of kings of old, kings of old richness old.

Liquor:
I got it, but can you afford it...

Rectangular Businessman:
Uh.

Liquor:
...you stupid bob quart?

Rectangular Businessman:
I'm sorry, did you just try to call me a bob quart?

Liquor:
You? Did I? I did. I think you look like a purple wafer.

Rectangular Businessman:
Oh, really?

Liquor:
What I'm actually thinking, and please take this the wrong way as far up your hole as you can, is that your Gunko Schlinger is the size of a fort Meizer's Reticulus. Ooh, ka-blam-o!

[Square guy gets emotionally pissed until the whole conversation was all just a test when Liquor press the pause button on him]

Liquor:
Wrong attitude, partner. [to Shark on camera] It doesn't work too well when it's not real.

[Woman rush in to honk on him]

Liquor:
[press the pause button on Woman] You shut up, too!

[Peanut shows up in Liquor's Liquor]

Peanut Cop:
What's up, dudacon? Ha Ha! Ha Ha!

[Liquor presses the pause button on Peanut several times without noticing he's a real character]

Peanut Cop:
Ok, what's up? I gotta leave. Let's leave. Then we'll start this over, ok? Hold on.

[Peanut goes back to the entrance to try again]

Peanut Cop:
Yo, dudacon! Ha Ha! Was it better that time? Hmm? Did you believe me? Ha Ha Ha. [c*cks pistol on Liquor's beer]

[Peanut shoots Liquor]

Shark:
And...he's down.

Rectangular Businessman:
He's...a rather good shot, don't you think?

Shark:
Yes, he is.

Rectangular Businessman:
He was the highest marksman in the class.

Shark:
Well, I'll be.

Rectangular Businessman:
I bet you he could probably hit a mite from 1,000 yards out in high wind.

Shark:
If, uh...the wind is high then it wouldn't disrupt his shot, would it? SO what's the point of adding that kind of wind...to it?

Rectangular Businessman:
I was referring to a poor wind that would be low but...high in speed and...rich money...richness, the kind of money speed that would richly affect a bullet's wealthy trajectory.

Shark:
Oh.

Liquor:
Did you bring the leg?

Peanut Cop:
Do what you...am I -- Was I supposed to? Ha Ha!

[Golden Joe appears with the leg]

Golden Joe:
[singing] I'll be your kruger and you can be my nancy girl.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, he got it.

Golden Joe:
[singing] Oh, I'll be your Fred Sanford.

Roostre:
This is like Muff, dude. You better ditch that muzzle loader and get a damn A.R. for that thing come scratch of the woods. Yeah, but he wouldn't listen. Son of a b*tch ran off with Muff in his damn mouth. Found him 3 days later down by the river.

Roostre:
He seemed ok at first, but he wasn't ok, if you know what I mean. Man, Spider, then he went crazy. Running all around, screaming how he was gonna quit Q109 and all this stuff, how they're were out to get him. Like, they were gonna come and get him in the night or something weird like that.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This must be the leg shop.

Eye:
Why would the hand cut off my leg?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Maybe so we would come here? So here we are...here.

Liquor:
Ah, Fitz. I see you brought the Eye.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I see that you did see I brought the Eye.

Golden Joe:
Yo, Mouse? Remember that drink you done owe me?

Peanut Cop:
I'm so into doing whatever you're doing.

Golden Joe:
Yeah, we both into drinking, man. We drinkers.

Peanut Cop:
What are we drinking?

Golden:
Man, pour out a little Liquor.

Peanut Cop:
Ok, everybody... [points the gun at Liquor] Gimme the drinks. [wheezes]

[Liquor shoes Fitz a another eyeball]

Peanut Cop:
What is it?

Liquor:
Twin eyeballs. They match.

Peanut Cop:
I'm starving.

[Shark and Square Guy go for a ride in Shark's fancy car]

Shark:
How do you like my car?

Rectangular Businessman:
It's...ok...if you're poor.

Shark:
30,000 horsepower. 30k HP. 30,00--

Rectangular Businessman:
I heard you the first time.

Shark:
You will hear me EVERY time.

Rectangular Businessman:
Look, just because Liquor's dead doesn't mean you can just roll this b*tch all over town with the freedoms.

Shark:
Yes, it does. I'm black now.

[Shark runs over a human citizen]

Rectangular Businessman:
This is just like the poor.

Shark:
Uh, yeah. Why don't you, um, just sink back into that leather and hush. I would turn the stereo on but it would kill you.

Shark:
Oh...I'd love me some cookies.

[Woman runs into the cookies club and explodes the building]

Shark:
Just a -- Just a small taste of my mighty blackness.

[Fitz and Liquor do surgery on the Eye]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He's coming to.

Liquor:
Hand me those things.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Wha -- What should we do now?

Liquor:
Hand me those things.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Those things?

Liquor:
No. No, no.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What things? These things?

Liquor:
Give me that cold thing.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Um.

Liquor:
Give me the thing that makes everything cold.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why don't I...I don't know what these -- Any of these things are. They your things?

Liquor:
Give me those.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, tho...those -- The -- The -- These things. [grabs beers]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where does -- Is that your blood?

[while Golden Joe and Peanut Cop playing around themselves in Liquor's Liquor, someone pounds on the door]

Golden Joe:
Who -- Who's that? Eye?

Peanut Cop:
Ok, you get it.

Golden Joe:
I ain't gonna get it. You go get it, man. You better go get i before I crack.

Peanut Cop:
Hold it, let's start over. Ahem, you get it.

Golden Joe:
Man, you go get it. Don't make me put my finger on the trigger, man.

Peanut Cop:
No, I'll get it, I'll get it, I'll get it, ok? [looks at the door for a few seconds] You got it?

Golden Joe:
Man--

[Spider sends Roostre to Spider's Cave]

Roostre:
Nice -- Nice cave, man. Uh, what is this? Uh, a cave? Oh, it is a cave. So I guess we're going inside this cave

Roostre:
[to Spider] Don't you ever say anything?

[Golden Joe and Peanut Cop deals with a hand problem at the Liquor store]

Golden Joe:
Who's your mother [Whoo]. That's how you break somebody off right there. That sucker sure can run! Did you nail his ass?

Peanut Cop:
No...No one outruns my bullets, man. They're...fast. Ha Ha Ha!

Golden Joe:
I don't know what you're talking about, man, but he done out run your bullets. He outran 'em like yesterday, man.

Peanut Cop:
Like, whew. [shoots] Pow.

Golden Joe:
Damn, dude!

Peanut Cop:
Come on, man. Look at them. They're fast. [shoots more bottles]

Golden Joe:
Man, you sure can squeeze a trigger, man.

Peanut Cop:
Dude, that is a hand. That is a fast hand.

[the severed hand hops on Golden Joe's head]

Golden Joe:
No way, man! Step off, man! Step off!

Peanut Cop:
Stop it.

Golden Joe:
Get off me. Get off, get off, get off.

Peanut Cop:
Stay still, dude.

Golden Joe:
No, shorty!

Peanut Cop:
You're all over the place.

Golden Joe:
YOU'RE GONNA BLOW MY DAMN HEAD OFF!

Peanut Cop:
Okay, no, I know.

Golden Joe:
I ain't got nothing else, man!

Peanut Cop:
So, don't stay still. Move around 'cause... [wheezes] I got this.

Golden Joe:
No, you don't. You straight-up lying.

[Liquor shows up and caught the hand inside of a jar]

Golden Joe:
Thank you, dog. A shot of this petrone right here.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What is that?

Liquor:
It's a hand.

Fitz & Liquor:
No way.

Roostre:
Now this is a nice chair. This ain't no naugahyde. This a real leather chair.

[Spider plays the piano]

Roostre:
Man, what the hell you playing, man? Is that ol' Booger Haze?

Spider:
AAH! [gets interrupted and plays the piano aggressively]

Roostre:
Hey, man. Don't get pissed. I'm just saying. It sounded remotely like Booger Haze.

Shark:
You know, this town really pisses me off.

Rectangular Businessman:
I know. It pisses me off, too.

Shark:
There's not one person here who will race me, and that is sure to piss off a guy who owns the fastest car in the west...or the east. It doesn't matter.

Rectangular Businessman:
Honestly, no one really cares about your poor little car. It's also so boring.

Shark:
Well. [pushes the button to blow up a building]

Shark:
They better start caring. [presses the button multiple times blowing up more buildings]

Shark:
'Cause I care about it a lot.

Shark:
You dig?

Rectangular Businessman:
Oh, I dig, and I know that you dig what you dig, but I hope he digs what you dig. He is watching, you know.

Shark:
Then watch on, my brother. Watch as the Black Shark turns it all the way up.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Something's telling me this hand knows more than it's telling me. This hand is up to something. [drinks beer] It knows some stuff, and it won't tell us.

Golden Joe:
For real, man? I think it's trying to straight-up trip. I think it's trying to hamburger its way into eating us a hot dog or something, homey, 'cause I had a hot dog in my day, man. Boy, them franks [Whoo]

Eye:
That's the hand that cut off my leg.

Second Eye:
No, that's the hand that cut off my leg.

Eye:
No. My leg.

Second Eye:
No. My leg.

[the Eye and Second Eye both keep bickering the same sentences who's leg got cut off throughout the entire situation]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I have that involves Skillet and I. Leaving.

Liquor:
What do you want us to do?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Um...stuff. Just do some stuff. We'll be back.

Liquor:
And where are you going?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where are you going? Where haven't we ever been?

[Fitz leaves]

Golden Joe:
You just let him leave like that and leave us here with a broken hand to get us killed? Now, how are you gonna do me like that? My -- My head hurts. Every time I damn turn around, I see an eyeball or hand or something always going wrong up in here. What the hell am I doing in here? I'm all tired, man! I'm tired of this [Whoo] This [Whoo] Get me off! [Whoo] at my head.

Liquor:
You are so mean when you're drunk.

Green Sweatered Woman:
What kind of car is it? That's a neat car. Where'd you get this car? How much did this car cost? How much did this car cost? How much did it cost, the car? Is this your car 'cause it's neat. What kind of car is this? That's a neat car. Where'd you get this car? How much did this car cost? How much did this car cost? How much did it cost, the car? Is this your car 'cause it's neat. What kind of car is this? That's a neat car. Where'd you get this car? How much did this car cost?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sighs] That b*tch knows too much.

[Shark rolled the window down]

Shark:
[to Green Sweatered Woman] Get in.

[while Green Sweatered Woman gets in the car with them, Shark's radio plays]

Green Sweatered Woman:
What song is this? Did you downloaded it? Where'd you get it? Where'd you get this song? Did you buy it? Can you burn it for me? Will you burn me this song? Will you burn me this song? Where we going? I said what song is this? What song is it? Who's singing it? Are we there yet? Are we there? Are we there? Are we there?

[Fitz steals beers from the gasoline]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This was free. Somehow this was free.

Skillet:
[squeals, while holding pump that's on fire]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And the gas is free, too.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The guy in there told me.

Green Sweatered Woman:
I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee.

[Shark and Square Guy sees Fitz and Skillet on a jet skateboard]

Shark:
Where is little mighty mouse going?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sighs] I don't know where he's going. Why don't you just put this little car -- This poor, boring little car in gear and chase him?

Shark:
It's in the gear. It only has one.

[Green Sweatered Woman suddenly gets split in half with her skull opened]

Rectangular Businessman:
Ooh, what happened? I guess now you have a more serious problem than having to pee.

Green Sweatered Woman's Left Half & Right Half:
That wasn't nice. That wasn't nice. That wasn't nice. That wasn't nice.

Green Sweatered Woman's Left Half:
You can't kill me.

[Fitz hides in the Roostre's bunker]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Now what do we do?

[Skillet turns on the light switch showing a lot of ammo and weapons, Roostre has owned]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Holy shee. Damn, Rooster.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
There's enough guns down here to take out a town about -- Well, about this size.

[Fitz heard some banging above the door bunker]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The music knows we're down here.

[Shark tries rev up his car to get it going again]

Shark:
Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
Yeah. Come on, baby. Crank it up.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
Now, come on, baby. Why are you not doing it?

Rectangular Businessman:
I think this piece overheated.

Shark:
I think you should shut up.

Rectangular Businessman:
Keep trying. Maybe you'll get it this time.

Shark:
[to his car] Come on, sweetheart.

[engine sputtering]

Rectangular Businessman:
[wheezes] Oh, look, it didn't start again.

Shark:
[to his car] Come on, baby.

[engine sputtering]

Rectangular Businessman:
Your car sucks. Maybe if I, uh, throw money at it, it'll start.

Shark:
Yeah, uh, are you a mechanic? Because I'm not. But still, shut up.

[continuing Shark revving up his car]

Rectangular Businessman:
I should have expected this from your poor ass.

Shark:
I'm trying to start the car.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
Where are you going?

Rectangular Businessman:
To buy a harmonica. A very rich harmonica.

Shark:
Oh, so you're just gonna leave. Not cool.

Rectangular Businessman:
I just feel ever so inclined to buy a harmonica...made of gold, encrusted in diamonds, then dipped in gold, and rolled around in more diamonds. It's deadly to vampires, you know. Or is it werewolves? I forget which. They're both poor.

Shark:
You are not helping the situation.

Shark:
Alright. Ok. This is the one. This is the one. 50th time's a charm.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
Would you please start, car?

Shark:
[to his car] Come on. I know you want to. Start for me. I'm touching your little button.

[engine revving]

Rectangular Businessman:
I equate harmonicas with the blues, and -- The blues to the poor.

Rectangular Businessman:
But I still want one.

Shark:
[to his car] Come on. Come on. I know you want to. For the love of me, turn on.

[Shark's car starts to feel a bit of power]

Shark:
Alright, now -- Ok. Now we're close, I can feel that. This is it. This is the one.

[Shark's car starts to lose power again]

Shark:
[pissed] You barely piece of suck-ass car.

Rectangular Businessman:
I could afford to buy all these, but I just want one. The best one.

Shark:
[to his car] Please start.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
You're making a fool of me.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
I don't even know what I'm hearing.

Rectangular Businessman:
I don't even know how to play a harmonica.

Rectangular Businessman:
But I want one.

Shark:
Ok, I'm just gonna barely touch the key. No, no, not yet. Now we'll just ease into it, to lightly rubbing the key with my fin. I'm just gonna barely touch the key. You won't even know I'm doing it. Just lightly caressing the key -- And START.

[engine sputtering]

Shark:
Come on, why are you not doing it? Come on. Come on.

[Shark's car suddenly runs out of gas]

Shark:
Perfect. That's great.

Rectangular Businessman:
Oh, look, I'm back.

Shark:
Did you buy a harmonica?

Rectangular Businessman:
Did you get the car started?

Shark:
Did you get your harmonica started?

[Fitz and Skillet went to space]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
We must be, uh... [sees an asteroid] Wow. Holy crap, we're high.

[Fitz and Skillet sees the close up on Earth in space]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Look. What is that down there?

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's exactly what I'm thinking. There's nothing down there but where we live, except for...over there. It looks like a...real city.

[meanwhile Shark and Square Guy start to work on Shark's car]

Shark:
Alright, I think we got her. Let's give her a crank.

[engine revving until oil splats out on Shark's face]

Shark:
Perfect.

[Green Sweatered Woman walks by while being split in half]

Shark:
Where's she's going?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sighs] I don't know. To save Mouse, I guess? How would I know? Do I look like your personal computer?

Shark:
Hand me that towel.

Rectangular Businessman:
Why? You're becoming black now -- The Big Black Shark, remember?

Shark:
Hand me that towel, please, so I can shove it through your mouth and down into your guts?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sarcastic] Whoo. I'm scared.

Peanut Cop:
My blood has turned to booze, and I want my face to turn to booze. [wheezes] Oh, if my blood could drink my face, we'd be alright.

Golden Joe:
My toe, I'm gonna get toe.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, here's a good idea. Let's find some guns and play with them.

Golden Joe:
Damn straight. Give me a gun. I'll give you a heart attack.

Peanut Cop:
Nice.

Golden Joe:
I don't care how many little chitterlings you had.

[Golden Joe shoots Peanut when tiny bullets came out that didn't affect him]

Peanut Cop:
Ok, here's it. You give me a gun, then I'll say, "Give me the guns." [laughs]

Peanut Cop:
Where's my hat? Joe, be honest with me. Is my hat on my head?

Golden Joe:
I don't dress your ass in the morning. Shut the freak up.

Peanut Cop:
Cool. Alright, so first, ahem, we get the Liquor. Then it'll be like, "Give me your hands". [shoots mid-air]

[Liquor does comedy]

Liquor:
Hey, really great to be here tonight. It's really great to be here tonight. I just want to thank the whole crowd for coming to see me, coming to see me. Ha Ha! [to the two Eye balls] Because you're eyeballs.

Liquor:
So, what's up with this town, huh? It's like it's made of cardboard or something. [wheezes]

Second Eye:
He's fun-eye.

Eye:
He is fun-eye.

Liquor:
So I went to get a bagel at the hat store, and the hat said, "Hey, go get me a bagel." The hat said it.

[the two eye balls are confused and not amused]

Liquor:
You people are wild. And we're just getting started.

Green Sweatered Woman:
What are y'all doing? What are you guys doing? What are y'all doing? What are you guys doing?

Green Sweatered Woman's Right Half:
What do you think you're doing?

Green Sweatered Woman:
What are y'all doing?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
We're parking.

Green Sweatered Woman's Left Half:
Oh, I get it now.

Green Sweatered Woman's Right Half:
I get it now.

Green Sweatered Woman:
I get it now. [starts to power down]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet, you are now Dr. Skillet. Fix her head.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, no, no. Fix it, like Terminator.

Rectangular Businessman:
I don't know if you know, but there's this thing called...a clutch. It's down there.

Shark:
Yeah, I [sighs] I know what it is, and I'm pressing it with my fin, but I-I easily could press it with your face.

[Shark starts to clutch the car]

Shark:
There we go. See? I'm on this.

Rectangular Businessman:
[sarcastic] Wow. I've never been more impressed. You must be a scientist.

Shark:
I have a feeling something bad is about to happen to you and everyone else, but mainly you.

Rectangular Businessman:
We'll talk to the clock about that.

Shark:
I'll talk to him. You stay in the car.

Rectangular Businessman:
Yes, I will because I want to stay in the car. It was my idea. I thought of it before you said it.

Shark:
Yeah, everybody cares what you say, as long as you say it last, which you always barely do. That's...that's really appealing.

Rectangular Businessman:
Yes, it sure is, always. Always and always.

Shark:
Whoops.

[Shark ejects Square Guy's seat out of Shark's car]

Shark:
Now I'll have the last words, won't I? I will. I'm having them right now.

[as the Square Guy got ejected from his seat, he then got a parachute]

Shark:
And then I'll be the guy everyone says, "Hey, there's the guy". [sees Square Guy on parachute] Hey, what--

Rectangular Businessman:
Slow and pathetic. I'm outwalking your car, dumbass.

Shark:
You little piece of--

[cuts to the next scene]

Liquor:
Ship. Get it? Ship. There were three ships, not two.

Liquor:
Hey, how about a round of drinks for my friends?

Second Eye:
I never drink.

Eye:
I never drink either.

[Skillet got finish with the Green Sweatered Woman's design into a punk war machine]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You routed her trigger mouth to those triggers. That's good.

Liquor:
And when he said, "Can I give you a hands"? He really meant, "Can I give you a hand -- [shows the same severed hand inside the jar] This hand". [chuckles]

Liquor:
Hey, y'all keep drinking and laughing, and I'll be right back with more.

[after Liquor's show, Liquor had to deal with expectations in the other room]

Liquor:
They're not buying it.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Liquor:
No. Here's a better idea. Suck it.

Shadow Figure:
[warbling voice]

Eye:
Someone sounds mad back there.

[Second Eye points the long gun at Eye]

Second Eye:
Yes, someone does.

[Peanut went to the hat store]

Peanut Cop:
Uhh. Look at this one. That one looks nice, too. [stifled laughter] It feels like I'm staring at thousand of shoes. [laughs]

Peanut Cop:
Seriously, who's got some shoes? [stands on the cash register] Does anybody work here? Do I -- Do I work here? Excuse me. Could I get some hats? [laughs while tripping on counter]

Peanut Cop:
[pulls his gun out] Nooo. Ha. I am such a dick.

Peanut Cop:
Seriously, could I-- Could I try some shoes on? [stifled laughter] My head is freezing. Enough of this crap. [pulls out a bomb] I said give me the shoes. [laughs] Or else this place is going up. [laughs]

Peanut Cop:
Can I smoke this in here? [smokes a cigar while lighting the bomb] Too late.

[Peanut escapes when the hat store exploded]

Peanut Fireman:
Wow. Who did that? Me? Nice. I wish the police would come, [stifled laugh] 'cause I'm a fireman. [laughs] I don't have any water.

[Peanut spits the fire by using it as water]

Peanut Fireman:
That doesn't seem to be working. [spits] Uhh. God, I wish I could help. [laughs]

Peanut Cop:
Dude check it out. Ha Ha! I'm a fireman.

Liquor:
Can I get a lift?

Peanut Cop:
Uh, ok. Which way am I going again?

Liquor:
You're going to Downton.

Peanut Cop:
[pauses] ...Is there a fire there?

Liquor:
You want there to be? There could be?

Peanut Cop:
Oh, then you better get in-- [laughs] because I don't know how to work any of this stuff.

Rectangular Businessman:
[to Clock] And if you don't stop him, he's going to destroy this whole town. I should be the president. I am the best. We were on the same school bus, remember?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Mm, this is some good meat. Haven't had meat like this since The Meat Wars -- Meat against Bone.

[after Shark gets done dragging himself to his office with one of his fins]

Shark:
So, what's going on?

Rectangular Businessman:
We were just watching you slither across the floor like the begging, broken dog you are...b*tch.

Shark:
I didn't ask you, did I?

Rectangular Businessman:
No. You didn't, but I answered.

Shark:
I'm trying to talk to the Clock, so if you could shh your way clear to shutting up...

Rectangular Businessman:
I told him about your little slideshow and about how boring your car is and about how dumb you are. In fact, you are the dumbest one I know.

Shark:
You're the one who put all the clothes in the closet like an idiot.

Rectangular Businessman:
That idea was genitoid. Even your mama liked it.

Shark:
You know, hanging out with you used to be fun. What happened to us?

[Clock disseapers]

Rectangular Businessman:
Hey, there he goes. Where do you think he's going?

Shark:
This isn't over. I'm gonna come up with something, and your square ass is gonna wish I didn't.

Liquor:
Why are we stopping?

Peanut Cop:
Watch this.

[Peanut shoots the electric wires, electrifying the worker who was working on the utility pole]

Peanut Cop:
That's how I get jobs. [wheezes] BOOM! Ha Ha! Somebody better call me.

Liquor:
Are you drunk?

Peanut Cop:
You're not. [wheezes]

Liquor:
Maybe I should drive drunk. Ha Ha. It looks terrifying... [looks at the audience] to others.

Peanut Cop:
[to Liquor] You take the wheel, and I'm gonna sing the song. Ding-Dinga-Ding-Ding-Ding-Dinga-Ding-Ding.

Woman:
Noooo! My baby! Oh, god! [grabs beer from her carriage] Oh, my baby.

Eye:
I thought you were my friend.

[Second Eye hits Eye]

Eye:
Ow. Right in the eye.

[Green Sweatered Woman destroy a bone that Skillet threw]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Wow. Jumpy little whore.

[Peanut and Liquor finally went back to the Liquor Store]

Liquor:
Hey, I just came from here.

Peanut Cop:
You did? What, I did?

Liquor:
Yeah. You did.

Peanut Cop:
Ok. Look. I got to get something to wash down this beer with, my alcohol. [wheezes] If, uh, if something catches fire, I'm gonna be here in here, so don't call me. [wheezes] Or do. I don't-- Who cares? What am I gonna do about it?

Peanut Cop:
[grabs beer on the floor] You're my liquor god.

[Peanut gets shots by a tranquilizer dart]

Peanut Cop:
Ow! Ohh...mmh! That...was...awesome.

[Peanut gets shot by another tranquilizer dart]

Peanut Cop:
Ow. Could I get a couple more of these, please? [laughs]

[Peanut Cop gets shot by several tranquilizer darts]

Peanut Cop:
I don't even see you, man, but thank you.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Peanut Cop:
What? I don't understand [chuckles] a thing you're saying, man. Do you have any idea what you sound like? "Blah blah blah blah." [wheezes] That's what you sound like in my head.

[Shark opens his hidden stash from his lair and notices that his golden Skillet necklace is stolen]

Shark:
And stupid retard.

[Roostre and Spider go on a jetpack ride]

Roostre:
Man, Isn't this cool? Who else you know that has these jet packs? No one, man, nobody but your old buddy Roostre.

Rectangular Businessman:
And everyone thought Corn-Droid was just a legend.

Shark:
I knew it was real. I'm not as easily suckered into things as you are with your soft, little mind.

Rectangular Businessman:
Of course not. That's why you chose the shark.

Shark:
I have my reasons for that choice, but you seem to like the square.

Rectangular Businessman:
The square has 4 points, 4 rich and and interesting points full of wealth and ambition. You are merely roundish and soft-fleshed.

Shark:
I'm not getting into this with you again, and the animal chain is missing.

Rectangular Businessman:
[sarcastic] Well, way to hide it in most obvious place. Nice work. Didn't see that one coming.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Looks like somebody with a hook might have filed all these serial numbers off. That's a mystery. That's a hook and mystery.

[Fitz, Skillet, and Green Sweatered Woman heard something from the elevator]

Liquor:
Hi.

[Fitz and his friends, and especially the meat shoot Liquor,]

Liquor:
My skin is bulletproof.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No way.

Liquor:
Yes way.

Liquor:
Look. Roostre. has got this other thing, but he need the hand to make it work. Then we can blow this town apart.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why does he need that hand?

Liquor:
Because, duh, it's his hand.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm not going anywhere without all these weapons.

Liquor:
Do you have any weapons?

Roostre:
Alright, boy. Check this out.

[Roostre shows Spider, The Corn-Droid]

Roostre:
That's pretty freakin' awesome, isn't it? But here's the b*tch of it. [sees the scan] Wrong hand.

Producer Man:
Whoa! Hey there! Why, that is a mean-looking pair of pants if I've ever seen such a thing. Hell, yeah! I am on fire, sire!

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, that's nice. What is it? Fake?

Shark:
It's a one-gauge.

Rectangular Businessman:
What's the damage on that?

Shark:
It'll blow your head into vapor while it de-moleculizes your bones. That's how fake it is.

Rectangular Businessman:
Yeah, uh, great. That's, uh...what's that, like, uh, Indian burn kind of thing?

Shark:
My grandfather gave it to me after The Meat Wars. He was in them.

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, then, your grandfather was a grunt and probably made zilch. I pity his family. I've ceased to care.

Shark:
He did what he had to do. There's no shame in that.

Rectangular Businessman:
I moved south. Mommy told them I had club foot.

Shark:
Yeah. Pusses say what pusses say for pusses' sake.

Rectangular Businessman:
Say what you will, money gets you everything, including happiness, but especially friends.

Shark:
The one who talks the most says the least, especially the one next to me.

Rectangular Businessman:
Where are we now? The Bible or something? The Bible never made money. It's poor. It's full of poor people.

Shark:
Load me.

Rectangular Businessman:
Do you shoot your mother with that gun?

[the one-gauge randomly reload itself]

Shark:
Ka-kow.

Fitz's Wife:
You promised you wouldn't quit.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I know, but I can't quit.

Fitz's Wife:
Why not?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Just because if I quit, they'll kill me, and then they'll come and kill you.

Fitz's Wife:
Look, the car is packed. Let's leave here tonight. Let's leave before they come back.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
But they've already sent the tie, and I've put it to my flesh.

Fitz's Wife:
We can be miles from here within the hour.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Ok, you're right. Let me go get my skates.

Rectangular Businessman:
I told you I smelled fuel. I'm big into oil. I own lots of it, and I know what it smells like. It's rich-smelling. The smell itself spawns property and mansions.

Shark:
I'm gonna blow him away, all the way -- Away.

Rectangular Businessman:
If you can find him. Barely find your ass to clean it.

[Shark pulls out his one-gauge]

Rectangular Businessman:
Do it. Be somebody. Be somebody for the Great Red One.

[a human citizen walks to Shark's car]

Human Citizen #2:
A, B, C, D, E.

Shark:
What the ga?

Rectangular Businessman:
I think they've lost it -- Their program, that is. They're all going out of their minds.

Shark:
Make that not happen.

Rectangular Businessman:
[sighs] I'm tired of doing stuff for you. Am I getting paid?

Rectangular Businessman:
It wasn't supposed to end this way.

Shark:
This is getting out of hand -- "Hand" being the operative word here.

Rectangular Businessman:
Finger do, finger won't, finger will, finger don't.

Shark:
What's that supposed to mean, that backward slow talk?

Rectangular Businessman:
It means you'll never find him.

Shark:
Well, I got the bug on it, so shut up and reload me.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Everybody go back to sleep. We need to rest for one more day.

Liquor:
We'll need more meat to sleep.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's why I made these.

[Fitz shows them a blood pack bag with meat inside of it]

Liquor:
Ah, we knew you were smart.

[One of Fitz's friends inject their body with the meat to make them feel woozy and asleep]

Liquor:
Do weird dreams from the meat -- Uh...is that happening to...does that happen to you guys, uh?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Dreams? Shut them out.

Liquor:
That's what so interesting about them. [laughs] I can't. I can't.

[Liquor starts to dream a tombstone struggling to rise up in a graveyard]

Liquor:
You try, little guy. You try the hardest.

Human Citizens:
[singing] Where does the fire truck go? Go? Go? Where does the fire truck go? Go? Go? And when does the hand know? Know? Know? And when does the hand know? Know? Know?

[they suddenly got ran over and exploded by Shark's car]

Man/Woman:
This is the best-smelling that I have ever smelled. This is also the best-smelling flower that I have ever picked.

[the moon suddenly show a face of a shark inside the moon]

Shark:
Eat the flower.

Man/Woman:
Women don't eat flowers.

Shark:
Eat it for him. [referring to Woman's Man side]

Man/Woman:
There is no him.

Shark:
There's about to be. Eat it.

[Woman eats the flower by turning they into Man]

Shark:
Straight A's on this one.

[Snake shows by]

Shark:
Hmm. Too late for you. I've go this one.

[snake breathes out fire]

Shark:
What is it, fire? Nobody cares about your fire. Wow. Don't do fire.

Producer Man:
I'm inside an elevator. [laughs] Buttons! [laughs] Buttons! [laughs]

[Producer Man starts to scream in agony]

Producer Man:
OH, WHAT A SUCK SONG! [bangs his head on elevator] SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! YEAH DOWN! Excellent!

Peanut Cop:
Who drank all this liquor? Me. [laughs] Stupid question. Me.

[Golden Joe appears when Peanut Cop almost shoots him]

Peanut Cop:
Sorry, bro.

Golden Joe:
Damn, cuz! Is that you jibblin' of a hello? Because you know I don't need that, man.

Peanut Cop:
I thought you were an alien. [wheezes]

Golden Joe:
Damn, mug. Cool that smoke wagon before I shove it up your ass so far, you'll be kissing that bell till Christmas!

Peanut Cop:
Christmas! Oh, man, Christmas is cool.

[Golden Joe shows a picture to Peanut that shows one of the eyeballs have a strange purple limb in a place of a leg]

Golden Joe:
I shot this on the street 10 minutes ago with my new camera, man. Check it out. It's got zoom, un-zoom, de-zoom, your mama zoom, zoom-zoom in the boom-boom, grandmama zoom. We got it all, man.

Peanut Cop:
You know what that means?

Golden Joe:
It means my album done come out, and I need to go record for it.

Peanut Cop:
It means that the code is unstable, and it's cloning itself in a bad way. [smirks] That's never good.

Golden Joe:
What's that jimbo-kanimbo mean, man?

Peanut Cop:
What's the jimbo-kanimbo? [wheezes] Golden Joe. [comes close to Joe] Never...stop...drinking.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Listen, someone's here.

Liquor:
I hear it. My ears told me. My brain listens to my ears.

Producer Man:
OH! OH! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, MAN. [laughs] HOW AM I GONNA MAKE THE RECORDS? HOW AM I GONNA MAKE THE RECORDS? OOOOH, NOOO!

Liquor:
All weapons cock!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I have these... [sees the Clock ticking backwards] crazy dreams.

Shark:
What are the dreams about?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They're about...the end... [sees the Clock moving] with fragments of the beginning...and there's meat.

Shark:
Am...am I in them?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They're crazy.

Shark:
Hmm, are they episodic, or is it just one long--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] What's that supposed to mean, "Episodic"?

Shark:
Uh, are they segmented or--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] Why the hell would you think they're segmented?

Shark:
I'm not saying they are. They're...they're your dreams.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes. They are my dreams. They're mine...for my head.

Shark:
Well, then only you would know how to describe them.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, that's what I'm trying to do, but it seems like you keep trying to do it for me.

Shark:
Do what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Describe the dreams.

Shark:
Well... [moves close to Fitz] then describe them.

[Fitz sees the clock moving again after a long period of time]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Describe what?

Shark:
The dreams.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What dreams?

Shark:
[sighs] The ones you're having or you're not having them now...suddenly.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You trying to make me have them...for me?

Shark:
I'm just here to help you. If you don't want my help, I'll seek other advice.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I think you should stop helping me.

Shark:
I'm never finished helping everybody. [moves closer to Fitz] I can't be finished.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Look at this. Beer. [drinks beer]

Shark:
We're running out of time. You want some Aspirin?

[Fitz starts to have a existential crisis about Aspirin]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why? Do...do I need to have some Aspirin?

Shark:
It's good Aspirin. It comes from Aspirinland.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where's that?

Shark:
It's, uh, it's over the hill.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Which one? Which hill? That -- That big one.

[Fitz sees the mountain in front him while Shark's office is gone until it came back afterwards]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Then hand me that Aspirin.

[Shark slowly pushes the Aspirin]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hand me the Aspirin some more.

[Shark slowly pushes the Aspirin again]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Hand me that Aspirin to me...some more.

[Fitz breaths irregularly until he heard talking pills]

Pill:
It's getting...closer.

Other Pills:
[repeating] What do you want to do?

Shark:
What did you say?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What? What'd I say?

Shark:
You said, "Kill them all."

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I did?

Shark:
Yeah, with your own little mouth.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No way.

Shark:
You did. You said, "Kill them all," and something about Roostre...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Wow.

[Shark stand back up to his position]

Shark:
With your own mouth.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
How do I know that you know my mouth is my own?

Shark:
Hey, um, take some Aspirin.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
If I take it... [serious] then I took it.

Shark:
Yeah. You make a good point.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
How many did I have?

Shark:
How many do you want?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Some. Enough.

Shark:
Enough for what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Enough to get home

Shark:
Home for what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[throw the Aspirin away] Dinner.

Shark:
Um, maybe this could be your dinner. [pulls up an axe and ram it into Fitz's head]

[Liquor hits Fitz with a night stick to get Fitz back up from his dreams]

Liquor:
I said, "What are we gonna do? They're coming.

Skillet:
[angrily squeals]

Liquor:
You, chill out. I'm not gonna hurt him.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Liquor:
I'm saving him. [beats Fitz with the night stick again]

Roostre:
Yeah, man. You're right. You're right. It is crazy, man. I got this one hand and all that, and I grow these corn dogs and all that, but listen. You know that Q109 stuff? That stuff's real.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
But Q109 isn't a station.

Roostre:
Oh, you don't say, huh? Then what -- What do you think it is?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Look. Beer.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I know 1Q. That's line code for Xenomorphentation.

Roostre:
You're getting it. Very smart.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Arachnid Xenomorphentation.

Roostre:
And that's where the dog went.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He was headed to the report chart but right before--

Roostre:
Before what, man?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Before I... [pulls out beer] Watch.

[Fitz drinks, then passes out]

Roostre:
[looks at the audience] And who added to the report chart?

Roostre:
[to Fitz] You told me it was coming, bro. You told me to build the robots, and you told me how to do it.

Roostre:
Synthetic carbopolymers got them through man. They got them through, Mouse. They got through, and we're gonna get out.

Liquor:
Why are you climbing the clothes closet?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Now I'm a clothes climber.

Liquor:
What is that there behind that thing there?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Some kind of lock.

Liquor:
A what?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It's a lock.

Liquor:
Is it?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
A lock.

Liquor:
Is it?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
A lock.

Liquor:
Is it?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Lock.

Liquor:
It?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The hell was that?

Liquor:
Uh, that. That was Amalockh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Ama what?

Liquor:
Amalockh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's he do?

Liquor:
He k-- He kills us.

[Clock showed up]

Liquor:
He kills us all.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well-- [pulls up gun] Then we'll kill him back.

Producer Man:
MUR, MEEP! MUR. MAAAAAH. MEEP. MEEP.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Is that, like, a guy?

Liquor:
He's beeping to tell us something. With his beeping.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Sounds like he's...beeping.

Liquor:
I'm gonna hook him up to some things and translate his beeping.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What about all his clothes?

Liquor:
They're nice.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And what about this key?

Liquor:
Uh, keep that. We'll need it tomorrow.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What does it open?

Liquor:
Uh, it's the key to...imagination.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[sees the time] 2:22.

Liquor:
You're into it. I like that. Now, I must get to my medical medicines.

[Shark captures New Guy by playing New Guy's hula hoop song]

Shark:
Gotcha, you little windbag. Welcome to my net.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
How's it goin'?

[Liquor playing a video game instead of translating the Producer Man's brain]

Liquor:
I'm winning.

Liquor:
See, he's not supposed to be here. I think he got sent to the wrong quadrant by accident. Qua-- Quadrant. Heh. That sure is a word.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I have over 1,000 clothes in here.

Liquor:
Quiet, you're making noise.

Liquor:
Ah, Fitz. It's just what I thought.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What? What is it that you thought?

Liquor:
Hand Brain.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's it want?

Liquor:
Uh, let me ask it.

[Liquor text the severed hand and the severed hand texted him sign-hand massages]

Liquor:
He wants to get back to his arm and kill that separated him.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And how do you propose we do that?

Liquor:
We follow him to a secret place.

[Fitz points the gun at Liquor]

Liquor:
Oh, hello! That's my neck.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
How do I know you know what he's typing?

Liquor:
How do you not know I don't?

[Fitz points another gun at him]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You've been funny for a while, is all.

Liquor:
Oh, did you catch my comedy act?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No. Was it good?

Liquor:
Dude, it was the shizzle.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You know a lot. And more than that.

Liquor:
Um, why don't you pull that gun out of my food shoot and I'll get us both back home.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Bone his head.

Skillet:
[squeals]

[Skillet throw the bone onto Liquor's head]

Liquor:
Uh, what's that do?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
See her?

[Fitz shows Liquor about Green Sweatered Woman in a punk version]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
She hates bones. You'll be around for a few, but the second you quack, goodnight.

Liquor:
Whoa. I've been boned.

Rectangular Businessman:
What's that?

Shark:
Videotape.

Rectangular Businessman:
What's it do, dare I spare the breath to ask?

Shark:
It plays a little movie I made.

Rectangular Businessman:
Wow.

Shark:
Yeah, run it to Mouse, and make sure he watches it.

Rectangular Businessman:
And how would you like me to do that?

Shark:
With your brain.

[suddenly a tv appeared at inside elevator of Fitz's base and plays the video itself that Shark made]

Shark:
Sometimes, Mouse, you think you know people, and then you don't. And then you wonder, have I met them before? But it doesn't matter. You're just information. That's what we keep inside our heads.

[Shark's video ends]

Liquor:
I give that a 1. No story.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] I'm out of sleep and ideas. [points the gun at Liquor] You lead.

[Shark explodes Fitz's jet car]

Shark:
Oh, that's gone now.

[Shark explodes Fitz's home]

Shark:
Mm, no more of that.

[Shark explodes every place and location the citizens and characters ever lived and went in]

Shark:
Taste it. Taste in your mouth, you green freak. I-- [press the button rapidly] am the Big Bang Theory.

Producer Man:
MUR, MUR, MUR--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What'd he say?

Liquor:
It's -- Amalockh. He's doing the Break Dance of Death.

Eye:
You eye-xploed my home.

Shark:
Yeah, I did. Your home sucked.

Eye:
I built it with my own--

Shark:
Your own what? You don't have any own. I made the own.

[Shark eats the New Guy before the theme starts to play himself]

Shark:
It might take a while, but he will dissolve. [sighs] Just let the enzymes do the work.

[and yet the song is still playing inside of Shark's body]

Rectangular Businessman:
Guess who woke up from the dead.

[Shark sees Amalockh is dancing]

Shark:
Oh, son of a b*tch.

Rectangular Businessman:
You can thank your little Pronto for that. Who else is a traitor?

Shark:
Get me everyone.

Rectangular Businessman:
What do you mean by everyone? You want the tie box or the hover bags?

Shark:
EVERYONE!

Liquor:
Uh, sure is hot out. Is my nose on fire?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why are we stopping?

Liquor:
We're here.

[Fitz and Liquor are standing by a sewer hole]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So this is it?

Liquor:
Yeah, this is it.

Producer Man:
MEEP. MEEP, MOP. MEEP. MEEP, MOP.

Liquor:
There he goes.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
There who goes?

Liquor:
He. Shark. He was blowing everything up.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why would he-- [almost falls from the ladder] blow everything up?

Liquor:
Third London fire. Flames, hot heaty hot. You know. Fire.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What about my friends? They're out there.

Liquor:
Oh, those guys? He's probably eaten them all by now. It read "And the Shark shall eat every creature that is friends of the green one." But there's Amalockh. He's a mean b*tch.

Roostre:
Well, if it ain't the Motley Mots.

Liquor:
What's up, Roostre?

Roostre:
I remember you. You hit me in the head.

Liquor:
Yeah, but you know, I had a reason.

Producer Man:
MEEP. MEEP, MOP. MEEP. MEEP. MEEP, MOP.

Roostre:
What the hell is this shibullet?

Liquor:
Hmm, lose something?

[shows Roostre a picture of Roostre's hand inside the Producer Man's brain]

Roostre:
Hey, man, those are my x-rays.

Liquor:
No, not your x-rays. Look.

[Liquor shows Roostre the difference of the picture when he show the x-rays and Producer Man in front of him combined]

Roostre:
Those are my x-rays.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's wrong with him.

Liquor:
It's the language. It's giving out, and for reasons sooner on him for today.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Linguist and I will hold the other.

Liquor:
Ogle ub renug daging?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Nit europict.

Roostre:
Road up mess artola.

Liquor:
Nud majstam. Nud majstam!

Peanut Cop:
You, my friend, have a totally cool car. [wheeze] But you don't have a stereo. [wheezes] You know, when that "BUMP" thumps.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Peanut Cop:
What am I fore here now? What did I talk? [chuckles] What here f--for now am I? What-- [wheezes] What here -- Here for now for what to? [starts to glitch into reality] Uncool. No one. Uncool. No one. Nobody. Uncool. [starts to pull out his gun] Nobody controls me. [laughs] Yeah.

Shark:
One of the worst things that could possibly ever happen to someone is the inability to communicate.

Golden Joe:
I don't want to die! I don't want to die, man! Oh! Oh, help me. Help me die. Help me.

[Second Eye kicks Golden Joe out of the way]

Eye:
I think that's mean.

Shark:
Well, I think it's very funny.

Shark:
[shows Eye about Amalockh] See that guy? He's a teddy bear, but they won't ever know it.

Eye:
[to Clock] He always has the same time.

Shark:
When it stands that still, then yes, it's exactly the same.

Eye:
What if it were to move?

Shark:
What if if what moves, you sack?

Eye:
What if it becomes 2:23? What if the time changes?

Shark:
How much would you give to control a lifetime of time in a frozen segment of timelessness? Trillions of molecules making up life forms in space.

Eye:
I miss my Dad. He was coming to pick me up at school.

Shark:
You have no idea how long you've been here. Your Dad is long gone by now.

Eye:
Not if time stand still. If time stand still, then I am still in line -- Waiting for him to pick me up. I have a lot of homework due the next day.

Shark:
Not if I can help it.

Clock:
[ticking]

Shark:
What do you mean, you're out of the gas? Well, I have armies coming, so this is uncool. Let's figure it out.

Peanut Cop:
Clock shop. [chuckles while shooting the entrance] That was easy.

Peanut Cop:
I wonder what time it is. I think it's beer time. [wheeze] That's the one, me thinks.

[Shark sees Amalockh picking the flower]

Shark:
If that flower reaches the right person, we're all dead, and that'll be a great disappointment to me and all that me has become. [to Clock] I mean, us. I know it's us, and that's what I -- That's what I meant to say. You know I meant to say that. You always know what I mean to say. Now you say it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Nerg optim zopt rem. Doge be oche. Nome inyay. Codo metzing.

Peanut Cop:
Put these on.

[Fitz puts on a gas mak]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What is this?

Peanut Cop:
It's anti-anti-language gas. I made it from... [inhales and chuckling] propane.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, we need to kill that Shark.

Peanut Cop:
Right now, broham? [chuckling] IT'S PRETTY GOOD GAS!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They're gonna find a way in.

Peanut Cop:
We're safe in here. Totally safe.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Not with those things outside.

Peanut Cop:
Wait. This will help.

[Peanut puts the clock outside the clock shop that make the robots explode themselves until one of the Hovervacs destroys it]

Peanut Cop:
They hate that. [chuckling] But I love it.

[Spider gets bored seeing the Producer Man dead on the ground]

Liquor:
Oh, go on. You probably haven't had a good meal in who knows how long.

[Spider eats the Producer's brain]

Liquor:
Now, those are some good juices, aren't they?

Liquor:
Let me see that hook.

Roostre:
Man, I sure have missed that. [shows Liquor his hook]

Liquor:
You got a hacksaw or something? A biv knife?

Roostre:
Some b*tch took it off in the middle of the night, right after I built this sucker.

Liquor:
I'll just have to use drunken karate. Hey, what's that over there?

Roostre:
What?

Liquor:
HOOYAH!

[Liquor drunken chops Roostre's hook]

Roostre:
HOLY CRAP!

Liquor:
All done.

[Liquor spits the severed hand onto Roostre's arm]

Liquor:
Look at that. it works.

Roostre:
Oh, yeah. That's right. That's what I'm talking about now, boy.

Liquor:
Now get her going. We're running out of no time.

[as Roostre managed to access the Corn-Droid]

Liquor:
Wait.

[12 oz. Mouse credits roll]

Roostre:
What?

[Corn-Droid points guns on Liquor]

Liquor:
Ooh. Nevermind.

[cuts back to 12 oz. Mouse credits]

[Shark sees inside his car full of piss]

Shark:
Mm. I kinda wanna open the door, but I'm scared to.

Peanut Cop:
Dude. We're in the shaft.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yes, we are.

Peanut Cop:
Where are we again? [sings] Shaaaft. [laughing]

Peanut Cop:
Shaft has made my hopping become difficult.

Peanut Cop:
Check this out.

[Peanut Cop throw a grenade at the robots]

Peanut Cop:
This is going to be loud.

[The robots got incinerated by a grenade while Fitz' friends take cover by using Peanut as a shield]

Peanut Cop:
That's fire. [sigh] Am I still on fire, buddy?

Golden Joe:
Dang, cuz. You done cut that fish. His head fell off.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Why didn't you just beam away like you always do? You do that?

Golden Joe:
Man, I forgot I could do that. I was so scared I forgot. But peep this, you know, on the low. I was just frontin'. I was just spittin' game that I was scared, man, 'cause I wasn't really scared. Yeah, you know what I mean? Yeah, you kno -- You know what I mean, right? You know what I mean, man?

Peanut Cop:
Can somebody-- [coughing] Can somebody tell me if I'm here, 'cause this burning makes me think I'm alive.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where's the clock?

Golden Joe:
Clock? What clock? Man, do I look like Flavor Flav to you?

[Fitz points the gun at Golden Joe]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You know what clock.

Golden Joe:
Oh, yeah, that clock. He hit the road, man. He Audi 5000. He had to bounce. You know what I mean? You know what I mean, man. You know what I mean?

[Fitz presses the button that opens up Shark's jet plane machine]

Peanut Cop:
Oh, whoa. That's nice. [laughing] Hey, dude, do I get keys or something?

Golden Joe:
Man, you better step back. I'm driving.

Peanut Cop:
Cool, I'm driving. [laughing]

Golden Joe:
Man, step off! I'm driving.

Peanut Cop:
[laughing] No, you know I'm driving.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Where are you going?

Eye:
I'll walk. Lying scares Eye.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You'll never make it.

Eye:
I will make it. I have the will to make it. Plus, New Guy...deserves it.

Rectangular Businessman:
Some people have keys to their homes. I have words.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Rectangular Businessman:
I know. He's probably still out there, running around trying to save his...stupid friends.

Shadow Figure:
[warbling voice]

Rectangular Businessman:
That's impossible. The Clock Shop was sealed off when this began.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Rectangular Businessman:
Mmm...Shark was just a pawn. Control was only his mind. The Aspirin farms are near harvest, and Mouse has done everything exactly as predicted.

Shadowy Figure:
[warbling voice]

Rectangular Businessman:
Yes, Amalockh brings the darkness, a note of evil which is inherent in all of us. It's a choice he made. We all make choices. I choose victory.

[Shadow Figure suddenly starts to flash for a couple seconds and turns into a black liquid of goo]

Rectangular Businessman:
Have fun in that jar for a while. Chick mode, go.

Liquor:
Look at that hot dog go. He is doing a bang up job. You hear me, Rooster? Rooster? Rooster?

[Liquor checks down the sewer hole, until a big floating light ball shows up]

Muff:
He's not in here, in here, any more, anymore. He's out there.

Liquor:
Muff. Ha Ha. Muff, you're free.

Muff:
For now, for now. Where's Mouse?

Liquor:
Where's Mouse? Where isn't he?

Muff:
The Aspirin Fields must be burned.

Liquor:
Ah, I know, I knew about those fields.

Muff:
Then we'll all meet, all meet, at the river where will be Mouse. Or we'll never get through, get through, the force.

Liquor:
Mm-hmm. 10-4. I'll follow the corn droid.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What the hell are all these things?

Peanut Cop:
Dude. They're, like, bugs, man. Little bitty bugs. With -- With lasers. [wheezes]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
But what are they for?

Peanut Cop:
The ones with the suckers harvest Aspirin, and the ones with the lasers shoot lasers.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What Aspirin? What's the Aspirin do?

Peanut Cop:
Dude, come on. [laughter] It's the whole deal. It's what they're protecting. [wheeze] Do you like how I got serious for a second.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
And you're just now telling me this?

Peanut Cop:
Uh-huh. [laughter] Uh-huh.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
So, where are they, these field of Aspirin?

Peanut Cop:
They're all over, man. They're everywhere. [laughter]

Golden Joe:
Here come one of them b*tches. Y'all better recognize, fool. It's incoming.

Peanut Cop:
Oh! [laughing]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Take care of it, Skillet.

Golden Joe:
Yeah, boy. Take care of it. Handle that, man. Do what do you gotta do.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Calm down.

Golden Joe:
I AM CALM, MAN. THE HELL WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Rectangular Businessman:
Eat some of that, retard rodent.

Liquor:
Crap on a stick.

Archeus:
What are you ding, Fitz?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Playin' pinball. What's it look like? How did you know my name?

Archeus:
We all know your name.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Then who are you?

Archeus:
I am Archeus.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, Archayus.

Archeus:
Archeus.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Arkayus.

Archeus:
Archeus.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Archeeus.

Archeus:
ARCHEUS!!!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Whatever.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You ever seen this machine?

Archeus:
Yes.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well, I haven't. I can't read anything written on it. It's like it's not even words. It's like it's unwords.

Archeus:
If you give up...you will be able to read it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Give what up?

Archeus:
The fight.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The fight for, uh, for what?

Archeus:
Everything.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Which one of everything?

Archeus:
Most of it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] Alright, look here, lady. I'm really into this game a lot and I don't need you flapping off saying things I don't comprende.

Archeus:
No one understands this. No one cares. It isn't funny, except to you. maybe.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[serious] You think losing my life and my family is funny?

Archeus:
Your wife and child are alive, but they need your help.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I don't believe you.

Archeus:
Don't believe what you haven't been shown. The square guy can afford technology to away the mind.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What do you mean? What square guy?

Archeus:
He's doing it even now...

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm about to win a free ball.

Archeus:
Look to me.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Come on, Jack.

Archeus:
I have only a little time only----

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Scram, broad.

Archeus:
Skillet needs you---

[Fitz wakes up in a sleeping chamber seeing his two arch-nemesis in human forms]

Shark (human form):
He's coming to. So, maybe we could address that.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
Uhh. This isn't happening.

Shark (human form):
But if it does happen, what'll happen? You have a plan for that?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
No, he already shot your head off. What do you care?

Shark (human form):
But he blew you up in your ship. So, what do you care I care?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
I can fix all of this, since it didn't really happen.

Shark (human form):
Let's...hope we don't have to.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
You know, money takes care of everything. It's taken care of me for quite a while.

Shark (human form):
Um, that's great. But the rodent is still alive.

Eye (human form):
[while in the sleep chamber] I'm tired of this. Can I leave now?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
Nurse, give the Mouse 1,200 CCs of Steribolium.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Sir, that will kill him.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask your boss.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Sir?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
And that's me.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Sir, that will kill him.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
So, bust a move, Nurse...today.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
She's there.

Shark (human form):
Archeus. No, it's impossible. We blew up the whole ship with my cool bombs. Remember?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
You can destroy the flesh but you cannot destroy the faith.

Shark (human form):
[pauses] Yeah, fothermuckin' religion isn't gonna take me down.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
What do you have to turn to?

Shark (human form):
Don't...ask me that, ever.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
My God is my money.

Shark (human form):
Well then, tell your money to fix this. It's becoming extremely unstable.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
What could you probably have to lose?

Shark (human form):
I will not be responsible for an entire nation. I can't...legally.

[Green Sweatered Woman pulls out a gun in one of the drawers]

Peanut Cop (human form):
Whoa. Stop. [chuckles] Is -- Is that a surgical thing going? On? [chuckles]

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Archeus lives in the stream.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Uhh. Hold on. Let me wrap my head around this. [smokes cigar then coughs] Let's do it to it.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
The power of Archeus is drawing him out.

Shark (human form):
Mmm. Where...where's your dead nurse? What happened to her?

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
Nurse?

[Peanut Cop and Green Sweatered Woman come in]

Shark (human form):
Great. We were just talking about you.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
[points the gun at them] Here's your 1,200 CCs.

Rectangular Businessman (human form):
I sure hope those are sterile.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Is he still alive?

Peanut Cop (human form):
I'm not a doctor. [chuckles]

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Is he still alive?

Peanut Cop (human form):
Ohh. I can't tell. [chuckles] All this beeping and blipping.

Green Sweatered Woman (human form):
Let's hope he is. Contact the new angel. Tell her to come for us.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Ah, this beeping and blipping is going to be...ohh. Nuts. [chuckles]

[Peanut Cop and Golden Joe sees Fitz laying down on the ground at diner]

Peanut Cop:
Dude.

Golden Joe:
Shamungis brohow?

Peanut Cop:
What's going on? You, uh, order a sandwich or something?

Golden Joe:
Yeah, ma , I want a sammich. Bologna, ham, pastrami. Salami.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, 'cause I am starving.

Golden Joe:
Get it on here, man.

[Fitz wakes up to the real world]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Oh, man. Where, uh...wait a minute. What time is it?

Peanut Cop:
Ah, let's see, uh...oh. Ahh. Let me look at my watch that I don't have. [wheezes] I'm not a doctor. [laughing]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[sees the time of the clock moved] Look...at that. It's 2:23.

Golden Joe:
2:20-what? Well, beat my meat to the song street! I gots to get my ass out of here before I get snowed in.

[Skillet crash through the window in the diner to see if Fitz is alright]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Whoa, buddy. I thought-- I thought you were--

Peanut Cop:
Fork in us? [laughing]

Archeus:
Believe in it Fitz, we believe in you.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I will.

Golden Joe:
You will what? Damn dizzle. One seconds it's tight wrap on fire and the next it's puffy city. What gives?

Peanut Cop:
Yeah, dude. I thought we were wrapping this up. [laughing]

Skillet:
[squeals]

Golden Joe:
Yeah, man, I thought this was finished, man. I thought this was done.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Yeah, I thought so, too. I guess we're not. So...

Peanut Cop:
Let's go for a walk. [wheezes] I'm so sad. [laughing]

Golden Joe:
Man, I'm tired of this place. I'm done. I don't care if we wrapped. I'm wrapped.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Golden Joe:
I know I ain't gotta go home, but I know I gots to get the hell out of here.

Peanut Cop:
Oh, if I could stop laughing, I'd cry. [laughing]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Seem like we walked for years right out of that city that was suddenly not on fire anymore from being on fire earlier. With flames.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Few hours in, Joe got taken by a bird. Claws digging into his giant green head. Screamed the whole way up until they both disappeared.

Golden Joe:
[distant] Hey put my ass down you damn feathered bastard--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It was nuts.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That night when we were bedding down, there was a sudden flash of light.

[Peanut Cop vanishes out of existence]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Peanut was gone. Turned around and he was just gone. Not even a burn mark. This is new angel. The hell is new angel anyhow.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet and I kept going. Maybe to get somewhere for some reason. My tongue was cotton, my teeth hadn't been anything but in my head the whole time.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Then there was this desert. We came upon and I looked at Skillet and said, "Here is this desert".

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
In the desert, things can be tricky. Especially this desert.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The nights are randomly short here. Kinda messes up your sleeping. But not so much your drinking.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They built this house with their own spit. Spit in the sand, day and night. Till they had enough mud to make a house. That looks like this. It ain't much on the outside. But it's even more on the inside.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's why I've been drinking this medicine. To get drunk and hopefully stay that way for as long as I can.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm into setting records. At least for now.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What I strongly need is a car to drive. And a city to drive it in.

[as Fitz was about to shoot his bottle]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[narrating] And that's when she showed up..or it. Or whatever he was.

[while Fitz and Skillet are having a fight with some other person]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[narrating] Tell you right now what's cool and that's a gun that never runs out of ammo.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[narrating] Suddenly I remembered--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Ooh, we have a forcefield.

Leigh:
Howdy, partner. Is that gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, it's a gun.

Leigh:
Well...aren't we a wild and untamed thing.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What do you want with us?

Leigh:
I'm hot...tired...and my throat needs quenching.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Well...there's a lake about sixty miles back and uh...sure that ice cream will be flying fast and furious.

Leigh:
That town is so go gone honey. I mean, you wanna talk about light my fire for the queen sissy. I've never blown a job in my life.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I've seen plenty of people blow a job.

Leigh:
Cinnamon couldn't handle it. Square eyed had her all in a bind. But Brandy and Breezy and Butterfly...they got out. They found the new angel.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's your name?

Leigh:
It's Leigh. I had heaven in front of it. So you know what that means when you put them together.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
This is my lucky boomerang.

Leigh:
Boom, boom, boomerang baby!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Got it from this Indian that we met. In the desert.

Leigh:
Hmm...you don't say.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I do say. I said it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You're up for eating some of this?

Leigh:
I have a present for you.

[Leigh gives him a bag]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
What's this supposed to be for?

Leigh:
It's for you. To give to me.

[Fitz gives her a silver bullet]

Leigh:
It's the only thing that will kill me. Now load it in your gun before I turn into the She-Wolf!

[Fitz checks his watch]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[sighs] Frickin'-tastic.

Shark (as Melvin):
[lady voice] Hello, Fitz. There you are, old boy, and right on time.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Hey, Melvin. Nice to see you.

Shark (as Fred):
[lady voice] Not as nice as me seeing you. You're looking good. Did you get more handsome?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ah, thanks, Fred. You're so pretty.

Shark (as Fred):
[lady voice] Still having those crazy dreams? Cardboard cities, flying bow ties, screeching chinchillas?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
No, no, no, not so much. I've been, um, been doing a lot of gardening. You know, the flowers are getting big.

Shark (as Fred):
[lady voice] Good, good. Fresh air, lollygagging, sunshine, and...[distortion] p i z z a s.

[Fitz's dangerous flashbacks intensifies]

Shark:
[original voice] You're gettin' those pizzas, right?

[knocks on Fitz's door]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Oh, hold on just a second, Brian. I have a visitor.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ah, yay, a visitor!

Man/Woman:
Hey, all these pizzas are for you.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Dang.

Man/Woman:
I don't like pizza. Keep your pizza away from me. I don't want to see it, feel it, hear it, or touch it. Yuck!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Have a good night, lady.

Man/Woman:
[far away] Nights are not good because there is no sun.

Shark:
Hello? You there? Where'd ya go, little mouse?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ha, sorry about that, Jimmy. I had a delivery.

Shark (as Jimmy):
[lady voice] Were they... [distortion] p i z z a s. Perhaps?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Uh, they were pizzas. How -- How did you know that? Cooper.

[Shark looks at the audience at the ending with a jaunty tune and a circle effect]

Buzby:
Boss says you got bugs. Man, I hate bugs. You like 'em. 'Cause I don't. Let me tell ya. Ah, sorry, I got this itch below my groin. Now, it's not actually on my groin, it's --

Buzby:
What's with all the pizzas?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Oh, I know -- It's a lot, right? Well, they keep getting delivered, I keep stacking 'em up. I'll probably get more tonight.

Buzby:
Who the hell is sending you all these pizzas?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
My shrink.

Buzby:
[gasp] Is that a yo-yo?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Shh. Shh, shh, shh. Look.

[Fitz and Buzby sees the spider in Fitz's room covered in webs]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
There it is.

Buzby:
There it is. I see it. Yeah, stand back, son, I'm about to unleash a fury of pain. Ha!

[Buzby slaps Spider several times but it has no effect on him]

Buzby:
Ah, see, I'm just warming up. I got him stunned now. He's worried.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Want to try this thing? [shows him a deadly minigun]

Buzby:
Holy crap! Yes!

[after Buzby keeps shooting the spider, the spider then escapes out of the window and teleports away]

Buzby:
Yeah, that's right, Spider! Fear the Bee! You go home and cry on your mama's lap!

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ha ha! Yeah, we got him on the run. That was -- That was great. What, um... [sniffs] What do I owe you?

Buzby:
What? Are you kidding? We owe you! Look, Mouse, that was intense. Bee man's always intense. But it's a bout to get...more intense.

[Buzby walks close up on Fitz]

Buzby:
[whispers] He's listening. [possibly referring to Shark]

Peanut Cop (human form):
Hey. You. [coughing, feedback] What's-- [siren blares] Hold on.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Oh, I'm so sorry, officer. I didn't realize what time it was.

[Peanut Cop Human Form falls down]

Peanut Cop (human form):
[coughing] Ow. Hold on. [stands up] Hey, you. [wheezes]

[Peanut Cop sees Fitz in his point of view while getting high]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
[distorted] I hope I didn't disturb anyone.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Uh...gimme the hammer. Wait, wait, wait, wait, I'm so hammered. [wheezes] I feel like I'm staring at a thousand hammers.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
[sees his hammer] Hey, I do have a watch.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Can you see 'em? Can you see me?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Oh, oh gosh, I've got a session. Um, I'll be right back.

Peanut Cop (human form):
No way. Time cop, terminate. [holds up his big gun]

Man/Woman:
Hey!

Peanut Cop (human form):
Autograph dude?

Man/Woman:
It's 2:00 in the morning.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Bang, bang bang.

Man/Woman:
You need to shut up. You're making too much noise.

Peanut Cop (human form):
Let me show you too much noise for your --

[Peanut blast his gun above making him go below the ground]

Peanut Cop (human form):
[wheezes] Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen. [coughs] Disappear.

Shark:
[to Fitz] What are you doing -- Alive?

[sees Fitz on his way back]

Shark:
[lady voice] Hey. How's it going? That's how I meant to sound.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ah, you're so pretty.

Shark:
[lady voice] I got a call about a spider. Was there a spider? A big one?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
[gasp] How, did you know that, Steve?

Rectangular Businessman:
You're a b*tch.

Shark:
Quit braggin'...on me. 'Cause no one's listening.

Shark:
[to Spider] I send you out to do one thing and one thing only, and all you do is stand there not doing the thing I sent you to do.

Rectangular Businessman:
[to Spider] The weak mind of Mouse is the gateway.

Shark:
[to Square Guy] You can understand why I'm upset.

Shark:
If I can get him in that chair, the gate will open, and we will be set free, and possibly even you. It depends on my mood at the time. I'm not sure if I want to see you in the...later.

Rectangular Businessman:
If I feel like it, I'm in control of all of this.

Shark:
The Exterminator gotten through because he knows how to ride the waves. I need to know how to do that as well.

Shark:
[sees Fitz's friends on camera] There they are. Look at all that stupid.

Golden Joe:
Let me ask you something. Where my house, man? Where my crib?! Where my children be, man? Where my jacked up wife at right now, man?

Peanut Cop:
Dude, look. [took off his cop hat] I'm a popsicle!

Roostre:
Stop turning into vegetables and listen to me! Now, look, Shark's got that machine and I used it to send Mouse a weapon.

Golden Joe:
Man. Ru Ru, you got a permit for that?

Roostre:
I ain't done talkin' my plan. We have a way out of here -- Back to where we belong and out of this hell hole.

Peanut Cop:
I'm smart. What?

Roostre:
We made the string out of Amalockh's hair, and the Yo...

Peanut Cop:
Yo!

Roostre:
...out of crushed bow ties.

Golden Joe:
Man, that sh*t's for shizznil!

Buzby:
Look at me, man. What do you see?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Why are we here?

Buzby:
Because were not there. There is where you don't want to be, and he is trying to get through. Don't you understand? I got through with the pepperoni waves!

[Buzby turns on the random machine that shows one of the main and secondary characters of the show]

[Machine shows a hologram of Skillet]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Uh-huh, animal.

[Machine shows a hologram of Roostre]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ah, human part-- Part, uh...

[Machine shows a hologram of Shadow Figure]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Oh! Oh! [bites his teeth] No. I-I don't get it.

Buzby:
You need to get it. Shark is using your feeble mind to enter this world and we cannot allow that to happen.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
[laughs] That guys' my therapist, not a shark.

Buzby:
That is not a woman.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Ah.

Buzby:
He is your worst nightmare. Your whole life was an experiment. You got out. He controlled it, and now he wants revenge. He wants out!

[Fitz starts to understand his purposes]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
A part of me thinks I'm somewhere else, but the other knows better. I worked for Intel investigating a rogue foreign scientist who developed alter dimensionation in case of bit war. It enabled man to move into the future and withstand devastation, but my wife told me to quit. But it was too late. I-I think.

Buzby:
Yeah, it was, and that's way more than I know. And your wife, all a memory plant. Wife-es no existo. Fake-o in al brain-o.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Alter dimensionation was destroyed, and the people left inside that world were stuck. It was privately funded.

Buzby:
Hmm. Dr. Sharkington, perhaps?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
There was a rich guy who funded the project, a total square. And a total a-hole.

Buzby:
So, who got stuck there?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Everyone in my division.

Buzby:
Okay, now we're getting on to something.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
How do you know anything about this?

Buzby:
That's not important right now. What is important is that alter world is imploding and your friends need your help to get out. The world needs your help.

[dramatic music plays]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
I-I don't want to go back.

Buzby:
Look, Mo, I got there through Sharks' pepperoni wave exchange. It's powerful, you have no idea. Shark wants to tap into your mind in order to gouge a path of freedom for his own freedom.

Buzby:
If Shark arrives here in the now, he will overtake what you know as Earth.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
Well, if that's true, then we don't even know how to get back there.

Buzby:
I got something. I have a -- I got a map somewhere, or a button, or a switch. Maybe like a key.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald (normal version):
What about Clock?

[Buzby tackles Fitz]

Buzby:
NEVER MENTION HIM!

[suddenly the pepperoni starts to make a vibrating signal]

Shark:
And goodnight Mr. Mouse and your little Bee buddy. Shitty dreams.

Shark:
Get your cronies to that silo and take 'em out. I don't need resonance.

Rectangular Businessman:
I think you mean "resistance." You just blew up your pathway. Way to go.

Shark:
Yeah, um, excuse me for being smarter than you, but the explosion was a decoy, the Exterminator is a traitor, but he doesn't know I know, but he does know we're working together, which, if you'll remember, we're not.

Rectangular Businessman:
Well, then, scaredy cat fish.

[Fitz and Buzby sees Fitz's friends were killed]

Buzby:
Ah, damn it, we're too late! I'm so sorry, Mo.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[back to his original deadpan voice] He was the best drummer I ever knew. The beat...the beat will not go on.

Buzby:
So, these were all of your friends, huh?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Y-y-y-y-yep.

Buzby:
Well, then...

[Buzby stings Fitz's body]

Buzby:
POWER TO ME! INCREASE BY 10! FEEL THE RUSH!

Rectangular Businessman:
What's up, Buzby?

Buzby:
Oh, damn it, I blew it! I blew it, man! I mean, he hired me to blow 'em up, and I blew it! I just botched the whole thing!

Rectangular Businessman:
Breathe.

Buzby:
I'm so sorry.

Rectangular Businessman:
It's okay.

Buzby:
I am not sane.

Rectangular Businessman:
Breathe. Or...beat your wings.

Buzby:
Does he know? You're his friend. I never saw the guy until a week ago. I was brought out of deep freeze and just given orders.

Rectangular Businessman:
Your new name is failure, but I shall look through your slothness and offer you a way out.

Buzby:
You -- You can really get me home?

Rectangular Businessman:
If I feel like it. I'm in control of all of this.

Buzby:
Come on, man, then let's get it on.

Rectangular Businessman:
On it shall be. Let's do just that.

[Square Guy use his telekinesis powers to transport Buzby back home with Fitz along the way]

[after Square Guy teleports to another place, one of Fitz's friends were recently still alive after the others were decoy]

Roostre:
Man, if there's one thing I hate, it's being in this go-damn silo with that dancing parachute. I mean, what the hell!

Golden Joe:
Yo, Roost, those parts from Corndroid saved our stank ass. Kudos, bro-hab.

Peanut Cop:
Wait, hold on. Who's a droid? I'm a droid?

Roostre:
We got to get Shark's machine before he uses it.

Golden Joe:
Well, then why the hell didn't yo chicken tenderoni ass say something about five minutes ago?

[Roostre stops the record player]

Roostre:
Shh. Y'all hear that? That's cricket code, boys.

Buzby:
Hey, so it's, ah, so it's cool, right? I mean, I got -- I got him and all for you. You asked and I delivered. So, I guess that means we're square, right? [to Square Guy] Look, no offense, I didn't mean that in a --

Shark:
Help me into my chair that looks the same.

Buzby:
Ah, yes sir. Absolutely. I'll help you in there right now.

Shark:
Turn on the thing. All the way up.

Buzby:
Okay, so if I do this, are we good to go on your promise, I imagine? 'Cause I got to -- I mean, I got a humongous family. I'm a bee for Christ's sake. I -- You know, my wife is such a b*tch.

Rectangular Businessman:
Do what he says before you end up eating food through a tube.

Buzby:
You know, I have to say, I'm not usually this open with people, but your attitude is dry, and as dry as it is, it is equally as mean.

Shark:
Flick the switch.

Roostre:
What the hell? What's he doing?

Peanut Cop:
Wait, hold on. Beep beep ba beep boop, beep beep.

Roostre:
That doesn't help.

Peanut Cop:
This is what helps. I help. Old people. [snickering]

Roostre:
Gosh damn it, we've been flying around in circles. It's a loop!

[Fitz and Shark brains switch each other's personalities and voice when the machine is done working its magic]

Buzby:
Ah. Is he dead?

Rectangular Businessman:
Hopefully.

Shark:
[Fitz's voice] Guess what? It worked. I kind of feel like a mouse. Hanker for a hunk of cheese.

Rectangular Businessman:
Boring. Now what?

Shark:
[Fitz's voice] I'm gonna get us out of here.

Rectangular Businessman:
If you get us out of here, I want my money back. All of it. With tons of interest applied to more tons of interest. Quadratons.

Shark:
[Fitz's voice] Shut and follow me.

Rectangular Businessman:
You may have his brain, but you have no legs.

Buzby:
Uh, what should I be doing right now? I mean, should I...should be following you guys, or...I want to go home, too, you know. I got -- I got to pee so bad.

Rectangular Businessman:
We'll come back for you.

[Shark tries to drag himself with one of his fins again]

Shark:
[Fitz's voice] Here we go. Okay, we're going. See if you can keep up.

Rectangular Businessman:
Hang on. You're going way too fast.

Skillet:
[squeals]

Golden Joe:
E-E-E-E-E, stop man! What is all this E-E-E stuff?!

Roostre:
He's telling about that. [points to the streets where Shark's lair at] That's where Mouse is.

Peanut Cop:
Down there? Noooo, no, no, no, no. [giggling] But I'm up here.

Roostre:
Grab your d*cks and hang on!

[Roostre uses binoculars to search the town he remembered]

Roostre:
If we're back where we started, then where we were before?

[New Guy suddenly rips his cloth into a little cloth of a New Guy]

New Guy:
You were at my place. I don't live in here like you do.

Roostre:
What the hell? You can talk?

New Guy:
I'm an umbrella.

Roostre:
Man, what is this place?

New Guy:
It's a town made of pizza boxes, okay?

[Woman shows up]

Man/Woman:
Will you play ball with me? No one lives here. Not even me.

[Buzby sees Woman]

Buzby:
What's with the ball, lady? Other than she is hot as living hell.

[Woman turns into Man]

Buzby:
Okay, that -- Oh...well, then you did that. Alright.

Roostre:
What happened here, man?

Buzby:
Uh, funny thing. So, there's a shark and this sort of, uh, square guy who's a real dick, and I pushed this button. Yeah, everything just went to hell.

[Buzby flip the switch again to regain Fitz's memories]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Shark's voice] I'm back. What are y'all -- Wait, I'm different.

Golden Joe:
You da Sharky Shark! Light his ass up, man!

Roostre:
Mouse! It's us!

Skillet:
[squeals]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Shark's voice] Uh, he's gettin' out.

Roostre:
Who's gettin' out?

Peanut Cop:
Excuse me, let me clarify. [breaths in] When sub-atomized systemic brain impulses are deconstituted and hit repeating negative electron cells that result in endoplasmic reticuloids that can be electronically transferred and artificially manifested into hence said subject. Okay. [chuckling] You guys got that?

Rectangular Businessman:
This is taking forever, and they're right behind us. Or didn't you notice?

Shark:
[Fitz's voice] Damn it. Punch this code into that ATM. I'll feed it to you. One. That's the whole code.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Shark's voice] [to Shark] You're not gonna win this. We're almost there, and "you" are not even in the "you're" of this. And you probably never were.

[Fitz kills Shark by yo-yo-ing him to death]

Rectangular Businessman:
Good job. Way to go. But now you're him to them.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Shark's voice] Not if I do this.

[Fitz grabs Shark's brain to eat his memories to regain his original voice back]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[Shark's voice] Which I'm already sorry about.

[Fitz eats Shark's brain]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm back y'all.

Rectangular Businessman:
You don't have the nads.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I have all the nads. Here's your dinner. I think you ordered death with a side of bullets.

[Fitz grabs the Green Sweatered Punk Woman back to shoot Square Guy's ass to death]

[Francis makes his destination to Cardboard City]

Francis:
Hey, do you know what time, like, the return bus comes?

[the bus explodes]

Francis:
Cool.

[Francis interviews Eye]

Francis:
Hey, what's up? My name's Francis, and I'm writing an article about Cardboard City for my school newspaper. Could I, like, ask you a couple questions or whatever?

Eye:
Ok-eye.

Francis:
So do yo have any, like, special skills?

Eye:
I...dance.

[Eye tap dances]

Francis:
That was cool. You should, like, dance on a stage or something.

Eye:
I shy.

[Eye closes his eye]

Francis:
Uh... [chuckles] hello?

[Francis bangs Eye's hard eyelid]

Francis:
[scoffs] Okay.

[Francis interviews Golden Joe]

Francis:
So, like, what advice do you have for, like, somebody my age?

Golden Joe:
Grow the hell up! What the hell do we have so many children these days runnin' around everywhere for? How many big ballers do you know that are 2, 3, 4, 5 years old? Nobody, right? Ain't nobody ballin' At your young-ass age, so grow the hell up.

Francis:
Wait. Like, how old are you?

Golden Joe:
How old do I look, man?!

Francis:
I dunno. Like...40?

Golden Joe:
What! Yo mama's 40. That's it! I'm done with this donkey-ass interview, man.

Francis:
Wait, hold on.

Golden Joe:
I am done, bruh. I am overdone, man. I'm burnt. [disappears]

[Francis interviews Peanut Cop]

Peanut Cop:
[after done beatboxing] I'll take questions now.

Francis:
I have a question. What are your pet peeves?

Peanut Cop:
I hate when, uh, you're in the shower... [chuckles] I -- I -- I hate when you're in the shower. And I'm talking to you.

Francis:
What are you, like, afraid of more than anything in the whole world?

Peanut Cop:
Uh...lions.

Francis:
Whoa, have you ever seen one?

Peanut Cop:
No, uhh, I mean what do they look like? [chuckling] [being serious] You're not a lion are you?

[Francis interviews Green Sweatered Woman]

Green Sweatered Woman:
Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?

Francis:
Umm...my name's Francis. I'm doing a school project about Cardboard City.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Do you have permission? Do you have a form?

Francis:
Umm, no.

Green Sweatered Woman:
Where's the form? Let me see it. Give it to me. Give it to me. Tell me what you are doing. What are you doing?

Francis:
Ummm...

Green Sweatered Woman:
Do you have permission? Where's the form? Let me see it. Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you here? What are you doing here? Do you have permission? Where's the form? Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. What are you doing? Tell me what are you doing. Hey, who are you? What're you doing here? Where's the form?

[Francis interviews Buzby]

Francis:
So, how many kids do you have? I hear bees have, like, a ton of kids.

Buzby:
I don't know. I mean, listen. I go to a lot of parties. I can't -- I can't do that math, man.

Francis:
How often do you chill with them?

Buzby:
I'm not even sure. I don't know if they're mine anymore. There's always some young ones running around. I'm like, well, that's too young to be mine. Cause I haven't touched her in five years at least.

Francis:
Have you ever gotten so pissed that you, like, freaking stung someone?

Buzby:
My brother, Lewis, stung someone once. He did die shortly after, but it was because he got stabbed in the face with a knife.

Francis:
Whoa, that must have been, like, a tiny knife. Like, to stab, like, a freaking bee in the face?

Buzby:
...Let's not get wise now, okay? There are knives of all sizes.

[Francis interviews the one and only, Fitz]

Francis:
So, like, what do you think your reputation --

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[glugs beer]

Francis:
Umm, what do you think your reputation --

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[glugs beer]

Francis:
What do you think --

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[glugs beer]

Francis:
What do you --

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[glugs beer]

Francis:
What do you think your reputation is in Cardboard City? Like, do people think you're chill?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
[drops beer] My reputation's pretty big time.

Francis:
Okay, you must go out on a lot of dates, then. So, like, what's your favorite thing to do on a first date?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Assassination.

Francis:
What? Fascination?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
No, assassination, like we get some guns and take somebody out.

Francis:
Kinda like a heavy question or whatever, but, like, when you die, like, I don't know, like, what do you want to be remembered for?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
As that cool dude who did all that cool stuff. But that's gonna be hard to do because...I'm bulletproof.

Francis:
Whoa, you're bulletproof? [chuckles] That's cool. Like, talk about that. Like, I don't know. Like, how did that happen? Like, what's the story behind that? Like, are you, like, bionic or something, or, like, half-man, half-machine? I don't know, like...

[Fitz shoots Francis up in the ceiling]

[Francis interviews Man/Woman]

Francis:
[after getting hit by a ball] Ummm, ow. [chuckles] Why'd you do that?

Man/Woman:
I like to stay active. [turns into Man for a sec as an exercise routine]

Francis:
What's your name?

Man/Woman:
[horn blows away Francis out of the building]

Francis:
[while blown away] Cool name.

[Francis interviews Roostre]

Francis:
Whoa, this place is sweet. So. You grow corndogs, but what do you like to eat?

Roostre:
Corndogs...beer...some jerky...corndog jerky...corn.

[Francis gets sucked by a Hovervac to his next interviewer]

Roostre:
Mustard.

[Francis interviews Aria and Professor Wilx]

Francis:
Whoa, robots. What happens if I push this button?

Aria:
You will die.

Francis:
Cool.

[Francis stretch his arm to tape record the two people that are not so far away]

Francis:
What do you do to, like, chill before going to bed every night?

Aria:
Playing the guitar and a nice glass of wine.

Professor Wilx:
I don't sleep.

Francis:
Okay, what's your favorite word in, like, the english language or whatever?

Aria:
Foo-pin-gyah.

Professor Wilx:
Ocelot.

Professor Wilx:
I like the syllables.

Francis:
So do you think a hotdog is a sandwich?

Professor Wilx:
I don't have time for matters of the heart. [blows away Francis calmly to the next scene]

[Francis interviews Rectangular Businessman]

Francis:
Whoa, nice tub. You're a cool-looking guy. Um, who are you, like, dating right now?

Rectangular Businessman:
You wanna know who I've been on dates with lately? Benjamin Franklin.

Francis:
Oh, uhm, I think he's dead.

Rectangular Businessman:
You just leave the thinking to the rich people.

[Square Guy and Francis sees Shark struggling to get inside his tub]

Francis:
Do you have, like, I don't know, like, a maid or, like, a butler or something?

Rectangular Businessman:
They've all disappointed me at one time or another.

[Square Guy and Francis sees Shark is still struggling to get inside his tub but still slipping several times]

Shark:
[tired] Oh, god.

Rectangular Businessman:
[to Francis] They've all disappointed me at one time or another, and I don't have think I have to tell you where that ends.

Francis:
Where?

Rectangular Businessman:
The bottom of a well.

Francis:
Do you get pleasure doing that kind of stuff, or does it just make you feel dirty?

Rectangular Businessman:
Hmmm. Dirty is pleasure.

Francis:
Since you're so rich, like, do you like, give money to charity or whatever?

Rectangular Businessman:
What is charity?

Francis:
I don't know. They're, like, these groups and, like, you can, like, give money to them and, like, like, they help make -- Wait, where are you going?

Rectangular Businessman:
[while sinking into his tub] This interview is over and boring.

[Francis interviews Shark and Shark managed to finally get inside his tub]

Francis:
[chuckles] Uhm, so, like, kind of a crazy question or whatever, but, like, have you ever eaten a person?

Shark:
I eat everything I can get my teeth on.

Francis:
Whoa, who was the last person you ate?

Shark:
I did not ask him his name. [sighs]

Francis:
Okay. [chuckles] If you could be any animal besides a shark, which would it be and why?

Shark:
A bigger shark.

Francis:
Can you, like, say more?

Shark:
No.

[Shark puts a coin in a coin slot machine, then randomly a crane drops by]

Francis:
[chuckles] What's that?

[the crane grabs Francis out of his homebase]

[Francis interviews New Guy]

New Guy:
[dances in a hula hoop]

Francis:
Oh, for sure. [also dances and plus his tape recorder too]

Aria:
Amplify 540 -- Heighten quantum and dilute bi-thereal russianac shyd.

Aria:
[to Fitz] Can you feel it? If you can feel it, then you own it.

Kiki:
[rapping] Are you ready, spaghetti? Fettuccine Alfredi. I don't think so.

Golden Joe:
[appears out of the smoke] Hold me back. Hold me back.

Kiki:
Golden Joe, y'all!

Golden Joe:
Here we go! Here we go! I'm gettin' ready to blow!

Kiki:
[rapping] Wicked bet [indistinct], beat. Ooohhhh, beat, b-beat, beat.

Golden Joe:
Yo, these hoochies, man, they wanna hear me sing!

Kiki:
[rapping] G is for Golden, J is for Joe.

Golden Joe:
Let me just touch the mic, man. Let me just touch it.

Kiki:
[singing] Touch the mic.

Golden Joe:
Let me just touch it like this.

Kiki:
[singing] Like this.

Golden Joe:
Let me just touch it like that.

Kiki:
[singing] Like that.

Golden Joe:
I just wanna breathe. [exhales rhythmically]

Kiki:
[rapping] Don't forget to breathe, breathe on it!

Golden Joe:
Watch out! Watch out! Here I come! Here I come!

Kiki:
GET READY!

Golden Joe:
I'm gettin' ready to blow this joint with this beat, man! [exhales rhythmically]

Kiki:
[singing] So cool!

Golden Joe:
[rapping] Beat monkey three horse, tearin' up the golf course, beat monkey tree horse...

Golden Joe & Kiki:
[unison] ...tearin' up the golf course!

Golden Joe:
Come on, Kiki.

Kiki:
What?

Golden Joe:
You know you ain't never been with a guy without a bachelor's degree.

Golden Joe:
[rapping] I'm the kinda man you dream about...

Kiki:
[singing] Okay.

Golden Joe:
[rapping] I'm to scared to call it shorty, you scream and shout, GIMME 40, YEAH!

[suddenly the police arrived]

Golden Joe:
Yo! Bring my beat back, man! I ain't going out like that!

[one of the police officers shoots the mic off of Golden Joe's hand, Golden raised his hands up immediately]

Buzby:
[to Clock] Uh, yeah okay. Well, I hope you're enjoying your little bubbly science experiment over there, but I just want you to know that I'm not enjoying being tied to freakin' beam!

[Buzby sees a little man tap dancing]

Buzby:
[chuckles] What...is that guy from? [laughing] ooh! Look at him go! What are you doing, little buddy? Oh, my god! He's so tiny! He's as funny as he is tiny! [laughs]

Golden Joe:
Yo, dogs! I got a life. I got a career. I gotta pee. I ain't got time for this box! Listen to this sh*t, though.

[Golden Joe meets Peanut Cop again after Peanut got hit on a table]

Peanut Cop:
[exhaling sharply Ow...dude. [laughs] I am totally... [laughs] innocent. I'm innocent, I-I swear. [chuckles]

Golden Joe:
You the police, man!

Peanut Cop:
Hang on.

[Peanut sees his badge and hallucinates it as an eye monster]

Peanut Cop:
I'm the cop. [chuckles] Just coppin' around. [laughs]

Pineapple:
Hey, hey, hey, flavor awaits. Departing daily. Hey, flavor awaits. Departing daily. Get your tickets. Flavor awaits. Get your tickets. You don't --

[Peanut shoots Pineapple]

Peanut Cop:
Do I look hungry to you? [chuckles]

Golden Joe:
No, no, no, man! This ain't happenin'! I'm living the dream! I got the gigs! I'm on top! I'm a big boy now!

Peanut Cop:
Look at me. Look...at...me. Harder. Look at me harder. Choose. [laughs]

[as the light inside the room get more bright, a bunch of doors is right in front of them]

[as Roostre wakes up getting stuck in one of them hard vine tentacles, he gets help from an old friend that simulated out from a mushroom]

Producer Man:
OHHH! Rooster, my man! [laughs] The code. Your work. [gibberish] Becomes life.

[Man/Woman sees a bulldozer, bulldozing Fitz's old house]

Man/Woman:
Hey, what are you doing? Is that bio-diesel? 'Cause it better be. Hey! What are you doing? Is that bio-diesel? 'Cause it better be.

[more ago]

Secret Agent 1:
Is this where he lived? [referring to Fitz's place]

Secret Agent 2:
This is where he lived.

Secret Agent 1:
So...this is where he lived.

Secret Agent 2:
This is where he lived, alright.

Peanut Cop:
[singing] Come here to me [chuckles] [to Golden Joe] Come here to me.

[Peanut Cop sniffs his arm]

Peanut Cop:
Smell that? Do I reek of, um, you know, plant residue when it's... [inhales deeply] lit on fire?

Golden Joe:
Man, you better throw some u-d toilet on that mug, bruh!

Peanut Cop:
Shh, sh-sh-shut up. Shh, shh, shh. Criminal, where were you on the last night of the last time it was night, hmm?

[cuts to the next scene where two pineapples are watching them]

Pineapple #1:
Hey, buddy, you hear this guy? What's he saying, dude?

Pineapple #2:
For the 1,000,034th time, I don't know. I don't have ears.

Peanut Cop:
[to Golden Joe] Look, man, I'm so out of my mind, but look at me. There...is...a...way.

Golden Joe:
A way of what?

Peanut Cop:
A way of getting away. Sh*t, I'm so broken right now, but if I were straight, you would totally know. Look at me. You are not who you think you are. Hell, I'm not even anyone I know, you know?

[Golden Joe and Peanut Cop choose which door they'll pick to get out]

Golden Joe:
Okay, okay, okay, okay, th-- That one right there.

Peanut Cop:
No, no, no, no, no. Not that one.

Golden Joe:
Hell, man! You asked me to pick, Peanut!

Peanut Cop:
Now, listen, I'm gonna say a bunch of cool stuff that neither of us are gonna understand... [wheezes] and you're gonna nod and listen.

Golden Joe:
Okay.

Peanut Cop:
Pick that one. [shows the door that looks like human lobster with number 2s on it]

Aria:
[to Fitz] She's found us. We need a new place or a bunch of guns.

Professor Wilx:
Your weapons will be useless. They eat bullets for breakfast. You know better, Aria.

Aria:
Then what in the world do you purpose, Professor Wilx?

Professor Wilx:
Re-route the signal. That will buy us the time.

Aria:
The time for what?

Professor Wilx:
To find the Architect.

Aria:
We've been looking for the architect for generations.

Professor Wilx:
Generations to some, a passing thought to others.

Aria:
[sighs] I'm tired of living like this -- Always hiding. We're smart than that.

Professor Wilx:
At the least, you're living. Somewhere beyond the core, our real selves exists.

Aria:
Will he ever know? [referring to Fitz]

Professor Wilx:
I don't know if he should ever know.

Aria:
But if he ends up knowing, do we pretend to know that we don't know he knows?

Professor Wilx:
No one knows. [hides in the darkness]

Industry Man:
Here at Shyd Industries, we're making your today tomorrow's future. Applicants need not apply. Only candidates void of family and friends are eligible.

Industry Man:
No one is eligible.

Industry Man:
Call now.

Muff:
It's 7:00 A.M. on the coast I'm the host with the most -- Muff here from Q-109. It's time to get your productive ass out of bed and earn some taxes. Hey, I gotta tell you about this bizarre dream I had last night. I'm in bed and all of a sudden, this shark bursts through my door. And I'm like, "Hey, man, what's a shark doing bursting through my door"?

[Clock gets close to Muff]

Buzby:
No, no, no, o! What -- What do you think doing? You don't change it. That's Muff from Q-109! Come on, Muff's my man!

[Skillet saves Buzby and tackles him]

Buzby:
Alright, it's cool, it's cool, man!

Skillet:
[angry squeals]

Buzby:
[slaps Skillet] Calm down, take a breath!

[Buzby grabs Skillet]

Buzby:
Look, I'm not even trying to fight you back. See, I'm just -- I'm just -- I'm just FRICKIN' DANCIN'! I CAN'T STOP DOING THIS FRICKIN' JIG! Oh, what's wrong with me!?

[Skillet turns Buzby's switch back off to "not jig"]

Buzby:
Hah, okay. Okay, I'm all cool now. Look, I saw you about to smash those glass coffins and I had to stop you. But if you drag me, over there, I'll explain to you --

[Skillet grabs Buzby on the floor while going to the glass chambers]

Buzby:
Ow! OW! Not by the wing!

[Skillet and Buzby head to the glass chambers]

Buzby:
Those tubes feed the core -- And the core needs to stay nourished, so we can live. And that's all I know. I mean, I don't even know what the core is!

[while Golden Joe and Peanut Cop chooses the same door with human lobster with the number 2's]

Golden Joe:
That one. That's the one. That's the one right there. And you better be right.

Peanut Cop:
I am, uh -- [laughs] You're right I better be right.

[as Peanut Cop opens the door, the door vomits out blood]

Peanut Cop:
And after you. [chuckles]

Golden Joe:
Why would I go first, man? You picked it. Be my guest.

Peanut Cop:
Hmm. You're right. Then, let's roll... [chuckles]

Golden Joe:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Hold up, hold up, man. Let's make sure you know what you think you know.

Peanut Cop:
With my hat? Right on. [chuckles]

[as Golden Joe throws Peanut's new hat inside the door, the hat explodes then turns into a pile of burnt up dust]

Peanut Cop:
Let's pick another one.

Golden Joe:
Man, what the hell?

Peanut Cop:
Mm. There are so many things to see here. So many, I can't even count. Heh. It's countless.

[Fitz finally wakes up]

Aria:
You awake.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Awake I do.

Aria:
How do you feel?