Goosebumps1995

Cooper Holmes:
Cut it out! Your nose is all wet.

Fergie:
Yeah, well your breath isn't exactly minty fresh!

Cooper Holmes:
I feel kind of strange.

Fergie:
Me too.

[they come out of the tree as dogs]

Cooper Holmes:
What's happening to us?

Fergie:
WE'RE DOGS!

Cooper Holmes:
How did you say that? You're lips weren't moving.

Fergie:
I don't have any lips. You mean we can read each other's thoughts?

Cooper Holmes:
I think so. What am I thinking now?

Fergie:
Chicken, chicken salad, chicken pot pie, chicken wings...

Cooper Holmes:
Fergie, what are we gonna do! We're dogs!

Fergie:
[chases her tail] I got a flea.

Cooper Holmes:
Quit messing around! We gotta do something. Those creeps are probably passing themselves off as us right now! Come on, let's go!