We're in, Snaptrap! Time to get a new set of wheels.
Yeah, and as long as we're here, we might as well steal a whole car. But which one? The minivan has a DVD player and plenty of legroom for hostages. But the electric car is good for the stupid environment. And the engine's quiet, so our victims won't hear us coming.
Eh, boss, you better make a decision fast. T.U.F.F. is probably on the way.
Back off, Francisco! I'm having trouble deciding. Let's see. Bucket seats, moonroof, or should we all just go out for breakfast pasta? [Ollie splashes Snaptrap] Thanks, Ollie. The cold water cleared my head. I'm going with the minivan, and breakfast pasta.
I already did. The water was ice cold.
Well, there is one good thing about your indecisiveness, boss. Because you couldn't decide what to steal, we didn't have to spend that much time in prison.
[accidentally pushes Ollie into the shark tank] Oh, stop trying to make me feel better. [sharks are biting Ollie] Let's face it. My inability to make choices is gonna ruin my criminal career. Or is it? I can't decide. I'm just gonna watch TV in my bone-bag chair.
Don't you mean beanbag chair?
That's ridiculous. Who puts beans in a chair? [sits on a cushion of bones]
I hereby call to order this meeting of F.L.O.P.P.: The Fiendish League of Potential Perpatrators!
It's just me, Meerkat. You don't have to yell. Also, I know what F.L.O.P.P. stands for.
[offended] You know, Escape Goat, you've got quite an attitude for someone who couldn't even escape from the shower this morning!
[Dudley and Kitty accidentally eat Keswick's Truth Syrup on their waffles, making them tell the truth]
Agent Puppy, I can't believe you misread the syrup bottle. Actually, I can't believe it. You can't even read the exit sign.
I read better than you think. I just pretended to be stupid to get Kitty to do my work for me. [realizes what he said in shock] Oh, no! What am I saying?!
That's okay, Dudley. It's not that much work. I just complain a lot so it looks like I'm doing more. Also, I think I'm better than all of you. [shocked by what she said] Oh, no! What am I saying?!
Keswick, it looks like your Truth Syrup works. What other secrets are you two keeping from us?
Mmm. Chief, this three-bean salad you made is delicious!
Thanks. Although to tell you the truth, I didn't make it. I just took it out of the refrigerator. There's all kinds of stuff in here.
[stuttering] Wait a minute. This is my Spill-The-Beans Salad! It's just as powerful as my… [stutters] truth syrup, but with fewer calories!
Oh, no! Truth beans give me gas. To be honest, I always have gas, but I blame it on Agent Puppy. Oh!
I never have gas. I'm an alien. Oops!
Keswick, are you really an alien?
No. Yes. I'm hiding out on Earth because I'm wanted on my own planet for cooking stinky fish at work. Super strict planet.
[Dudley and Kitty serve the D.O.O.M. agents some waffles with Truth Syrup on them, making them all tell the truth]
These are delicious. Francisco, pass me more syrup.
My name isn't really Francisco. It's Francesca. My mom wanted a girl. [realizes what he said] Wait, what am I saying?
Aw, that's okay, Francesca. I'm not really British. [in a French accent] I just faked the accent to sound smarter.
Something weird is happening. Suddenly I have the urge to tell Larry that I don't actually hate him. I'm only hard on him because I think he has the most potential to be evil.
And I have the urge to admit I've been putting black widows in your gym bag. [realizes what he said; freaking out] What's gotten into us?!
I just gave you truth syrup, and I didn't have to tell you because I can lie again. Keswick gave us the antidote-- Key Lie Pie!
[News footage on the screen monitor shows some police cars in front of a house robbery]
This is Wolf Spitzer with breaking news. There are reports that Bigfoot… Yes, Bigfoot, has robbed this strangely familiar home behind me. [realizes in shock] Wait, that's my house!
WSWolf Spitzer's Daughter
[tapping him in the shoulder] Daddy, Bigfoot… Yes, Bigfoot, stole my video games.
Well, sweetie, that's no big deal.
SMrs. Spitzer
He also stole your golf clubs.
That monster! [vengefully] Bigfoot must be hunted down and DESTROYED!
This is ridiculous! Bigfoot would never hurt anyone! He's kind, and generous, and he has a heart as big as his foot.
How would you know that, Dudley?
Because he came to comfort me when I was a kid after my mom sent me to bed without dessert. I didn't do anything wrong when we were just out of dessert.
[At D.O.O.M. Headquarters… Snaptrap is dressed up in a Bigfoot costume]
Great plan, boss. Dressing up like Bigfoot so you can scare people out of their houses was a stroke of genius!
Oh, that wasn't my plan. I was just trying on this cheesy costume for the D.O.O.M. costume party, and I must be allergic to it. Anywho, my glands swelled up like balloons, and now I can't get this stupid thing off.
Then what were you doing in Wolf Spitzer's house?
Looking for an antihistamine. Then everyone ran out screaming, so I did what I always do, I took all their stuff.
So once again, you had no plan at all.
[Dudley and Kitty arrive at the Spitzer's house]
I'm telling you, Kitty, there's no proof Bigfoot robbed this house. [rings the doorbell]
[answers the door] This is Wolf Spitzer with proof that Bigfoot… Yes, Bigfoot, definitely robbed my house. [holds up a photo of Bigfoot breaking into his house and stealing his golf clubs]
[snatches the photo out Wolf's hands] You're a big lying liar! This could be any 8-foot tall hair creature with giant feet. [rips up the photo into pieces]
This is Wolf Spitzer saying that I have a copy of this photo. [takes out a copy of the original photo]
[whispering to him, mistaking him for Kitty] Why is he talking into a mic?
This is Wolf Spitzer saying you whispered that to me.
Maybe we can talk to someone else, Mr. Spitzer.
WSWolf Spitzer's Daughter
This is Wolf Spitzer's Daughter, so, you can talk to me.
[consoling Bigfoot] I'll figure out some way to get you out of here, buddy. I just need to think. Thinking is hard. Maybe I'll just make some hot chocolate. That's hard too. Or maybe I'll just sit here. [jumps and sits down on the floor] Ah, the floor is hard.
[on screen monitor] This is Wolf Spitzer saying Bigfoot has struck again! And this time, he's teamed up with the beloved former show pony, Shenanigans. Yes, Shenanigans.
Hey, look, Bigfoot. You're on TV. Wait. You're on TV. That means… [groans] more thinking. No, wait, I've got it. You're innocent! That means you're innocent!
[Petropolis Arcade; Dudley and the Chameleon (disguised as Denise) have gotten the highest score in competing the Dance Dance Blast the Ants competition]
TFToby Finkle
With the so-called power vested in me as assistant manager of the Petropolis Arcade, I, Toby Finkle, have declared Dudley and Denise the winners. [the key slips out of their hands and hits the Chameleon in the head] You might wanna wipe the key off. [holds up a sweaty palm] I have a sweating problem.
Oh, yes! In your face, Finkle! That's what you get when you mess with me… The Chameleon! [rips off his wig]
TFToby Finkle
You? But I used my so-called authority to ban you from these primacies.
I flagrantly disregard your ban! And now, for my revenge!
Revenge? I thought we were here to dance!
That was your thing, we're doing my thing now! [shapeshifts into a shoe and kicks Dudley into a closet; then takes out a bomb, making everyone scream and run away] Not so fast, Finkle! [grabs Toby with his tongue as he tries to escape, reels him back to the dance machine, and attaches the bomb; laughing manically] With this key, I will set the game on an endless loop, and you, Toby Finkle, will have to dance perfectly, because if you miss a step, KA-BLOOEY! Good luck keeping your job if this place blows up on your watch! [starts the game]
DMDance Machine Voice
Dance Dance Blast the Ants!
TFToby Finkle
[as the machine shows two players needed and the bomb starts to overheat] Okay, two things: One, this is a partner's game, and two, if this place blows, we're both goners!
Oh, right, I didn't think this through. [joins in] This is just like Denise to make bad choices! I've got to stop trying to get through life on my looks!
