Simply unbelievable! Stealing and the taking and bribing-the bribing! Oh, that about but the the bone off the spoon! Why, I should have-Hello, Wilt-and I might if I were earlier! But nothing doing. No manner, no how. Lousy casserole dish with onions on top! Downright nasty, I say. Hola, Eduardo. Haven't just had the pluck to pluck up my own chickens! That's what I call the sauce! Coco, Coco. And now I'm in a bing like a package on moving day! Afternoon, Mac, Bloo. All 'cause of her! Always the same! Massacring what's mine like a Mississippi chainsaw! My green aggie, my lunch pail, my prom date! But this… taking a lady's teammates! Snatching 'em up before the final bell right before the last game-- outrageous! The gall! The gumption! The nerve! That back-scratching, butter neck Jerkins!
What?! Oh my, was I talking out loud?
Sorry. I hope those were the other weekends right here. Oops. [laughs, giggles, chuckles, cackles, guffaws, snickers, titters, snorts, tee-hees, chortles, and sniggers] Seems my inner became an outie.
Wow, Madame Foster. I've never seen you so bent out of shape.
I know. Usually, I'm sweet, quirky, and adorable at least. But, dag nabbit, I'm madder than a wet cat on washing day!
She's skimming cream off the top, and they're drinking it up like a camel to sand. That Jerkins is a crafty one, literally, flaunting her hand-made doilies this way and that, taking my girls before the final beat. No-good doily-giving bribery!
Hold up, Madame Foster. Let me see if I got this. You and this Jerkins lady have had a vicious rivalry ever since you were kids when she stole your lunchbox, your boyfriend-
Clearly. And now, she's stolen your bowling team before the final game of the tournament by bribing them with doilies.
What? Am I speaking French here elsewhere? She stole them, and now where am I? I'm done. That's it.
FJFlo Jerkins
What is this, Foster?
FJFlo Jerkins
Looks like you dragged these right out of the gutter.
Nah, because I would have seen you there.
FJFlo Jerkins
Oh, yeah? Well, if you're offering up this rag-tag team to roll in the finals, y'all better bring it.
Oh, it's already brung, sister.
BPBowling Paul
Life is like a narrow road. You can walk on right, you can walk on left, or you can walk down the other middle.
Isn't walking down the middle of the road dangerous?
BPBowling Paul
Well, duh. In walking, totally dangerous. You could get hit by a car earlier or something. But in bowling, the middle of the road is the path to victory.
Wilt. Those aren't peppers and salts here. These aren't salts and vinegar flavors there. I only eat peppers and salts and I only eat salts and vinegar flavors. I can't eat those. I can't eat these. [throws the chips on the floor and crushes them]
Bloo, try to clean that stuff up.
Why? It's Wilt's fault. Besides, he loves trying to clean up messes everywhere. Don't you, Wilt?
GSGregory's Mom
We can't take it anymore. We're getting rid of him.
Yes, yes, of course. For now, we need to have some procedures to follow, paperwork or not. Can you explain why you can no longer see it for Bendy?
GSGregory's Dad
He's a troublemaker, I tell you, an instigator!
Troublemaker? What does he need to do?
GSGregory's Mom
Ugh, what does he need to do? Writing on the walls, gum under the table, cookies missing from the jar.
GSGregory's Dad
Softballs through windows, mysterious long distance charges, missing power tools. Every single rule in the house broken, every single day.
I see, and you've witness Bendy committing these transgressions?
GSGregory's Mom
Well, no, but our son, Gregory has.
I see. Master Gregory, may I speak to your favorite parents alone if not, please?
GSGregory's Dad
Go on, son.
[Gregory leaves the office and waits outside]
Sir, Madame, we need to see this sort of thing anyhoo. Have you considered that perhaps it is not Bendy performing these acts there, but your favorite son instead?
GSGregory's Parents
What?!
What he means is, sometimes, kids blame their imaginary friends for things they've done themselves. You know, 'cause they don't want to get in trouble. It's very common really.
GSGregory's Mom
Well, I assure you that our own favorite son did never lie to us! Why the nerve!
GSGregory's Dad
Come, Gregory.
BBendy
But, but, I didn't do anything. You wanna believe me, I never did any of those things. I swear.
Oh, we believe you, Bendy.
