That is the problem. This party is unauthorized! And more importantly, it is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!
You may want to shoot for 24.
Ooh, you are going to get in big trouble for this.
Oh, you're just sore 'cause you didn't get invited.
Bloo, I hate to say it, I mean, I really hate to say it, but I think Icky Von Yuck-Yuck might be right.
You're taking sides with Blicky McBarf?
No, I just think Grossie Grossenstein has a point.
I am calling Madame Foster this instant. When she hears about this, your days in this house will be numbered.
Fine! Call her! See what I care! [snaps fingers]
See to it Old Ug-Mug doesn't get near a phone.
You're pushing your luck. And Mr. Herriman's gonna be back soon and-
I told you already, it's taken care of.
[Mac accidentally bumps into Billy the Squid while trying to get away from Bloo, making him launch a bowl of punch in the air and spill, and gets a drop of punch in his mouth, and starts going crazy]
Sugar. [turns to Bloo with a handful of candy] Sugar! [jumps onto Bloo and eats the candy] SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR! [runs off, laughing maniacally]
[through telephone] Hello?
HI, WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER FOR A PARTY?!
WRONG NUMBER! What are you doing?!
You sugar-coated idiot! You can't even hold on to a phone! You've ruined everything!
CALL'S OVER NOW GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!
There will be no chocolate for you!
Chocolates?! You tried to sell us out for Duchess' stupid chocolate?
I'll have you know they're stupid gourmet chocolate.
Oh, sugar. [takes out a piece of gum] You mean like this piece of gum?
SUGAR! Precious sugar! [eats the gum and ends up spitting it out] It burns us! IT BURNS US! [Wilt drags him into the car, and they drive back to Foster's; coughing] You said… [coughs] it was sugar.
Right, sugar. Sugar free.
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.
