Parsley: | Why don't you go away, Plunt? Your factory's been destroyed! |
Plunt: | Oh, yes, but... |
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Plunt: | ...you haven't been. Plant-traitor! |
Parsley: | Meep. |
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Lanschi: | Hey, what's the big idea?! |
Plunt: | Don't worry, mallard. You will be next! |
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Parsley: | Do something, Lanschi! His grip is too tight! |
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Lanschi: | Quackers! It's like that film, "Ping Pong". If only I knew what to do... |
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Lanschi: | Plunt is right, though. I'm no good with plants! If only I... |
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Lanschi: | Wait, that's it! |
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Lanschi: | If I really am no good... ...then maybe it's time to show how bad I am. |
Music: | You know I'm bad, I'm bad Really, really bad |