Road Rovers

[repeated line, to Blitz]

Exile:
Don't be a weird boy.

[repeated line]

Hunter:
I would *not* have predicted that!

[repeated line]

Hunter:
Yet another unexpected twist. Bummer!

[Blitz sees tanks on the horizon]

Hunter:
Hey Blitz, you want a dog biscuit?

Blitz:
Tanks.

Hunter:
You're Welcome

Blitz:
No. Tanks.

Hunter:
Are you sure? It's real tasty.

Blitz:
Tanks.

Hunter:
You're welcome.

Blitz:
No. Tanks.

Hunter:
Well, do you want it or not?

Blitz:
Tanks!

Hunter:
You're welcome!

Blitz:
No. Tanks!

Hunter:
Well, make up your mind!

[Tanks crash through the wall next to them]

Hunter:
Oh, Tanks. Now I get it. Funny.

[repeated line]

The Master:
You're all good dogs... good, good dogs.

Colleen:
Right, all buckled up?

Hunter:
Then let's hit the Road Rovers! [steps on the vehicles accelerator pedal] Hey what gives it's not moving

Colleen:
You uh have to turn the ignition key.

Hunter:
Oh right duh! [turns ignition key] Let's hit the Road Rovers!

Blitz:
Don't be smellpoking, Exile. Smell faster!

Exile:
Bullski. Everyone's always rushin' me.

Exile:
Aprilday! Aprilday! We're going down!

Blitz:
Don't you mean "Mayday"?

Exile:
May, June, July, who cares! We're in deep dog doo donuts!

Hunter:
[Watching Parvo's Dog Monsters cause chaos] Wow, who's cleaning up after them?

Blitz:
I would find great enjoyment biting them on the tushies!

Exile:
Don't be a weird boy.

The Master:
For your services I will give you each three meals a day, a weekly bath, and a carpet by the fire where you can sleep. Do we have a deal?

[the Road Rovers discuss amongst themselves]

Blitz:
Carpet by the fire? Change it to a sofa!

The Master:
YOU WILL STAY OFF THE SOFA!

[Blitz and Shag hide in fear]

Blitz:
Okay, okay! Off of the sofa, ja. The carpet's fine, alright.

The President's aide:
Mr President, it's General Mills from the Pentagon.

The President:
[picks up the phone] Yes, General? [pause] No, when?