Catscratch2005

Gordon:
I'm afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our tiny paws. I mean it's not like we can dress up as girls and crash the party.

Mr. Blick:
Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!

Waffle:
Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*! [giggles giddily]

Mr. Blick:
Gordon, bag of bees.

Gordon:
Aye, bag of bees.

[Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and sticks it on Waffle's head]

Waffle:
Hello, bees, how are you? [Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle screaming in pain]