[holding a jar of bioluminescent shrimp] Team, meet Lil' Donalds One and Two. Boys, meet Charles, Sylvia, Cameron, Philippe, Fish Breath, Simone, Virgil, Beverly, Nicholas, Alistair, Benji, Dr. Krill, and of course, the ever-feisty Hans.
Come on. I mean, sure, we're both clearly brilliant, but we're not that similar.
Dewey
Okay, okay. You both have the "nerd out" gene, you're both obsessed with weird stuff, you both wear red caps that you never take off.
HFHuey & Fethry
[pull out their Junior Woodchuck Guidebooks; in unison] The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook states that a warm head breeds warm, healthy thoughts. [Huey trails off into an interrogation at the last part]
[translating the Drosera occidendum's inscription in English] "Long ago, an invading force let a bloody massacre that left the town empty. From the wreckage, a single flower grew, proving that no matter how terrible a tragedy, life will always find a way to bloom anew. Now, the town celebrates this triumph every year." Or something like that. My Portuguese is a little enferrujado.
Dewey
Webby, get out of the way, you're ruining my shot with your story!
Uh, yeah! Because I've been planning so many exciting activities for this party! I'll be surprised if we ever sleep again. [yawns, then chuckles] I'm gonna go splash some cold water in my face so we can party even harder! Ha-ha! [runs off to the bathroom]
Thanks! It's alive! [his hairstyle makes a thumbs-up] This is Dewey High! [singing] ♪ I'm the most wholesome boy in school / I'm a talented jock, everyone thinks is cool / If TV and movies taught me anything / When you turn into a teen, you just have to sing! ♪
I think it's supposed to be my romantic interest? But I'm too threatened by that concept so it never takes shape.
IRImaginary Romantic Interest
Dewey. Let's sing a "dew-ette!"
Dewey
[screams and runs away] Here are my singing rivals! They are so self-absorbed. Here's a giant poster of me! This is in all my dreams. I'm like, cradled by a moon made of my own tears. Who knows what that's about?
I nap all day, I never have to worry about anything, I'm shamelessly pampered. [knocks down Pep soda cans Dream Beakley sets on the armrest with his paw] Meow. Everyone pat my head. [purring as Dewey, Webby and Violet all pet him]
[The kids dive into the litter box, entering Huey's dream]
Dewey
Who's dream is this anyway? It's just our room. It's so bor-- [screams in horrified shock at Huey's freakishly tall legs; dismayed] Why, Huey?! Why?! Why, Huey?! WHY?!
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