| Soon, at the castle... |
Parsley: | Don't worry, Lanschi! We'll look for a way to restore you to normal soon. |
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Parsley: | We need to see the King on important festival business. |
Leroy McElroy: | Go on in, then! |
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Guards: | Halt! |
Lanschi: | Huh? |
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Leroy McElroy: | I'm sorry, but we cannot allow you inside. |
Lanschi: | Why not? I'm with them! |
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Lanschi: | Wait! Is... is it because I'm all beetly? You don't understand! I'm Lanschi Ani! I have to talk to the King! |
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Leroy McElroy: | Yeah, right. And my name's Elroy McLeroy! |
Elroy McLeroy: | Pssst, Leroy... that's my name! |
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Leroy McElroy: | What? I know it's your name! It's just an example of a false claim! |
Elroy McLeroy: | What do you mean, false claim? It's my name! It's perfectly true! |
Leroy McElroy: | But it's not mine, is it? Would you have preferred I say Fergus McCrumpetpants? |
Elroy McLeroy: | Yes... no! Why McCrumpetpants? I had an uncle named McCrumpetpants! |
Leroy McElroy: | But he was no Fergus, was he? |
Elroy McLeroy: | He was an Angus. That's close. |
Lanschi: | Sigh... |