Lanschi: | Where are we going, again? |
Panschi: | Tellin' the King you can't hold your speech t'morrow. |
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Lanschi: | But... |
Panschi: | No buts from the bugs. We'll be lucky if he doesn't call an exterminator. |
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Parsely: | Hey, Panschi! Is Lanschi not up yet? |
Panschi: | That's Lanschi. |
Parsley: | Oh, alright! I thought |
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Parsley | WAIT, WHAT??!! |
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Lanschi: | Please don't ask how this happened! |
Parsley: | I wouldn't believe it if I weren't seeing it! |
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Hayfa: | Oh, hey pals! |
Panschi: | Here's another hard to believe thing. |
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Hayfa: | I thought I'd stop by 'cause I hah-hah-have to tell you pals about my breakfast! You won't believe what I ate this morning! An entire fifty-pound kumquat-stuffed... |
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Hayfa: | Hm... You lah-lah-look different, Lanschi. New haircut? |
Lanschi: | Buzz cut. |