[he and Pinky come out of the log, covered in worms] With real worms! Gah! [he and Pinky brushed them off] Look around you, Pinky! The jungle! Poisonous plants, bloodthirsty carnivores, the stench of decay permeating the air.
[after Snowball breaks free of the net and jumps in the river] Snowball! [swings across the river on a vine and holds out his hand] Quickly, Snowball, take my hand.
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[splashes Brain] Thanks, but, no thanks, Brain! I don't need your... [goes over a waterfall] Help! [lands in the water] Ha-ha, Brain! You can’t beat me! [screams as he goes over another waterfall]
Poit! I didn't even know they were going steady. We really ought to bring a gift, Brain. [Brain grabs him and runs after Snowball.] You know where they're registered? Congratulations, Snowball! We're so happy for you and your fianceé! A hamster engaged to a big machine? What will people say?
Oh you're right, Brain, as long as they're happy. We should get them something nice; a fondue set, maybe. I mean, after all, we are getting tight hats in the bargain.
Billie's turned into a hamster? [Brain grabs him and smacks him with his hat repeatedly] She's a mouse! She's a hamster! She's a mouse! She's a hamster! She's a mouse and a hamster? [laughs deliriously]
A scratchy piece of surveillance footage triggers a bizarre new conspiracy theory from controversial film director, Gulliver Sloane. Good evening, I'm Fred Floppel.