Go Go Gadgetini's

Digit:
Isn't she great?

Penny:
Oh, reeeaalllyyy...

Digit:
Huh?

Penny:
I don't know Digit! You tell me.

Fidgit:
-mocking- ISN'T SHE GREAT?

Digit:
ACK! I said that OUT LOUD?

Fidgit:
Yeees.

Penny:
You like her don't you?

Fidgit:
You do don't you! HAH!

Penny, Fidgit:
Hehehe. Digit loves Priiince! Digit loves Priiince!

Inspector:
ARGH! PENNY!

Fidgit:
Do I look like a 16 year old girl to you?

Inspector:
Oh, I'm sorry. Where is Penny? And Digit for that matter...

Fidgit:
They are both in the other Inspectors room.

Inspector:
I suppose I'd better join them. This assignment wont solve itself!

Fidgit:
I won't forget that 16 year old girl thing! Not one of your best lapses I must say!

Miss Molly:
Yes Dr Claw?

Dr. Claw:
What is taking so long? Gadget should be a small blip in history by now!

Miss Molly:
I appologise sir, but the delay is for a good reason. Trust me!

Dr. Claw:
IT HAD BETTER BE FOR YOUR SAKE!

Miss Molly:
Well well... Look at the grumpy man in the morning.

Inspector Prince:
Oh! Gadget! I was wondering where you w... w-were. Y-you ok?

Inspector:
COME HERE!

Inspector Prince:
Wargh! Er, yes sir!

Inspector:
We are heading out!

Inspector Prince:
O-oh. Can I at least get dressed first?

Inspector:
NO!

Digit:
Fidgit, you were made with perfectly good gadgets, so use them you dope!

Penny:
Fidgit will you pass me my scanner plug in please? Its up on the shelf.

Fidgit:
Sure, Penny... NGGH! Nrrrrgh!

Digit:
You were also given telescopic arms, you daft nit!

Scooter:
Too bad he wasn't given a brain... He must have been abscent when they were giving out the brain chips.

Data:
Hee-hee-hee!

Digit:
You got a problem, girly?

Scooter:
Actually, yes I do... You look like a blueberry.

Digit:
Well you look like an over-grown gobstopper!

Scooter:
Oh, yeah... REAL mature.

Digit:
Grr, gobstopper!

Scooter:
Sigh... Fruit.

Inspector:
How are you going to find a part time job there?

Inspector Prince:
I'll use the internet.

Inspector:
I don't think I have one of those...

Scooter:
Whats the matter? Data got your tongue?

Inspector Prince:
Are you ok Digit?

Digit:
No, I hurt.

Fidgit:
I thought we were robots...

Scooter:
Big Baby!

Digit:
Don't bring that up again, or I'll be feeling as bad as Fidgit.

Penny:
Aw. Poor, poor Digit. He must be in need of a sense of humour transfusion.