Mogwai Stuffie: “I’ll be right back. They’re serving dinner inside now.”
Producer Smurf: “Can you smurf me back a plate of berries and bark and stuff?”
Mogwai Stuffie: “Sure.”

Momentarily …

Producer Smurf: “Where are you all smurfing off to in such a hurry?”
Spicoli: “We’re getting out of Dodge, dude.”
Chaplin: “Aren’t we in San Diego?”
Spicoli: “Yeah, we are. It’s just an expression, little Hipster dude.”
Chaplin: “Oh, like poetic license?”
Spicoli: “Let’s not start that again.”
Producer Smurf: “Okay, but what’s the hurry?”
Mouse: “They’re serving dinner inside.”
Producer Smurf: “Yeah I know, that little bat-eared hobbit is smurfing me a plate.”

Mouse: “They’re not hobbits, they’re Mogwai, and they’re on East Coast time so it’s after midnight for them.”
Producer Smurf: “Well I’m not smurfing without my plate of roots and berries, so you can just smurf along and I’ll catch up with you later.”
Mr. Nibbles: “You really should listen to friend Mouse, Producer Smurf. Mogwai get ornery when they eat after midnight.”
Producer Smurf: “Uh-huh. Whatever. I’m not worried. Smurfs are beloved of all furry creatures.”
Spicoli: “Suit yourself, dude. Hey, guys, the engine is running in that truck over there.”
Chaplin: “I call shotgun!”

Charlee: “Chaplin, Spicoli says ‘shotgun’ means you ride next to the driver, not in the back of the truck.”
Chaplin: “Well, when I said it, I meant I was going to sit back here protecting this garlic chicken from thieves until I get a chance to eat it.”
Spicoli: “That little Hipster dude really is the reincarnation of Tucker.”
Gremlin Stuffie: “I’ve got your plate all made up, blue weirdo!”
Producer Smurf: “Smurf you later, suckers! Enjoy not getting any roots or berries!”

Producer Smurf: “Ahhhh! Smurf me out from under this giant metal plate! I’m beloved of all furry creatures!”
Gremlin Stuffie #1: “We’re not furry at the moment.”
Gremlin Stuffie #2: “Hey, quit playing with that blue thing. We’re heading back to New York to mess with the Yankees some more.”

Meanwhile, a safe distance away …

Charlee: “Do you think Producer Smurf is enjoying his plate of roots and berries?”
Mouse: “I doubt it.”
Cashier: “Order for #42, five of everything, animal style.”
Spicoli: “Yo, over here!”
Vermin: “HISSS! It would have been nice if you had told me we were stopping at In-n-Out Burger BEFORE I filled up on ticks!”