Come on, Keswick. This is your coolest invention ever! Whatever I imagine in here becomes real! In fact, could you come in here for a second? I'd like to imagine you not bothering me.
Agent Puppy, I created the simulation station to train agents for dangerous, real-life situations, not so you could good off with a has-been actor and a lame duck president.
Agent Puppy, I'm only gonna ask you this once. Did you take Keswick's coffee cup? [Keswick whispers to him; shocked] He did what?! That's way worse! Agents Puppy and Katswell, go get that simulated Michael Crane, and bring him back to T.U.F.F.! Keswick, go put agreeable Kitty back in the simulation station.
The Carp Tarts company checks up on all their spokespeople. [chuckles] Oh, boy, hiding behind a ficus sure works up an appetite. [eats an Animal Quacker] Mm! Man, these are better than Carp Tarts! [chuckles] I can say that, 'cause no one's spying on me.
EExecutive
Wrong, Bill! You're FIRED!
BBill
[disappointed] Oh, great. Now I gotta go sell board games in the alley. [walks away, moping]
I'm sorry you lost your spokesperson job, Kitty, but the important thing is, I still have mine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to use my super deep TV voice to sell more cookies!
Great. You pressed the "Free the Crow" button. You've earned yourself a time-out, mister. Slither into the corner. Don't sass me, freak show. [crow attacks Snaptrap] Aah! The crow!
Okay, I've had some time to get over the mop. And I've decided I can't get over the mop. So we're going after it! Keswick, break out the heavy artillery.
I would, Chief. But the key to activate the weapon system is in… [stutters] Kitty's purse. [cheekily] Just kidding, it's in my f-fanny pack. [takes the key out of his pack; chuckles]
