Bump in the Night

Squishington:
I think we need a compass.

Mr. Bumpy:
Compass, bumpass! I don't need no stinkin' compass!

Mr. Bumpy:
The nerve of that comfort doll! I wouldn't help her now if she was being eaten by razor-sharp teeth.

Molly Coddle:
[shouts] Help! I'm being eaten by razor-sharp teeth!

Mr. Bumpy:
You know, Squish, you're pretty smart for a guy that lives in the bathroom.

Squishington:
I never want to see you ever, ever, ever, *ever* again!

Mr. Bumpy:
Well, that's just fine with me!

Squishington:
You dirt- dirtball!

Mr. Bumpy:
Neat-geek!

Mr. Bumpy:
If I can beat him, great! If not... see you in the reruns, folks.