[as her son handcuffs Bird Brain while Kitty holds him] That'll teach you to mess with my son, he's a big time secret agent. And this is his lazy secretary, Mitzi.
There's a giant robot? I was just chasing down that ice cream truck. [looks up] Hey, what do you know? There is a giant robot. I bet that thing gets, like, no mileage. [rips off steering wheel] Kitty, take the wheel!
Yeah, uhh, I'm gonna talk to Agent Katswell now. [to Kitty] Someone's stealing the world's great figure skaters! I need you two to go undercover as skaters and find out who's responsible.
[comes out of the ladies' room, disguised as Tiffany Rose Amber Heather] How do I look, Kitty? I used your razor to shave my legs, and my back, and that guy. [points to a shaved, shivering ape] I may have gotten a little carried away. Here.
No, Tiffany. [walks over to a trophy case as her and Slush's true colors are revealed] You see, Slush and I haven't won a skating competition. Mostly because Slush is dumber than a box hair. And I know. 'Cause I skated with a box of hair. AND IT WAS SMARTER THAN HIM! But then the hair went solo and left me hanging. The only way we could win is to eliminate everyone who's better than us. And with all y'all skaters out of the way, we're the best team left. That means the trophy is ours!
Someone's gonna find us eventually. And when they do, you two and your old lady mastermind are going down!
SSnowflake
I know it's gonna find the end of y'all. [takes out a 5-minute timer radish-shaped bomb, cackles evilly and crazily, then coughs; sets the bomb down on the ground and activates it] This bomb is set to go off in five minutes, just enough time for us to win the trophy, and get out of here. Come on, Slush! We got some skating to do.
We're T.U.F.F. agents. "Discretion" is our… [stutters] middle name. [Dudley appears, wearing a large pink cone around his neck; shocked] HOLY COW! He looks like a snack bowl with paws!
It's fine, Kitty. I'm okay with the cone. It's kinda awesome. [looks at his reflection, then whimpers and fills up the cone with his tears] WHO AM I KIDDING?! I HATE THIS CONE! WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE SCRATCH MY RASH?!
KKKitty, Keswick and Chief
[all horrified at Dudley's butt rash; in unison] NO!
Incredible! That's the exact recipe I got of off Snaptrap's blog! Hey, he may be the leader of D.O.O.M., but he's a wizard with desserts. Check out this recipe for evil fruitcake.
[rubbing his rashy butt up against a light switch, flickering the lights on and off] If Snaptrap could turn himself invisible, there's no telling what diabolically evil crimes he could commit.