My Cup Runneth Empty

Charlee: “We were just kidding about the stink. You smell terrific.”
Skunk: “Yeah? What terrific thing do I smell like?”
Spicoli: “Patchouli. Or maybe pizza. Or maybe pizza with patchouli on top.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Like freshly roasted ticks!”
Lulu: “Like something I found in the yard that I want to roll in.”
Mr. Nibbles: “Like a fresh load of wood chips in the bottom of a guinea pig pen.”
Mouse: “Like cheese. But not the stinky kind.”
Producer Smurf: “Like Papa Smurf’s beard!”
Chaplin: “Like the inside of an ice cream cup that’s been on somebody’s head for a while.”
Skunk: “You are such a bunch of liars.”

Skunk: “Well, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m going out to look for more grubs.”
Vermin: “HISS! Wait, I’ll go with you!”

Vermin (off-panel): “HISSS! Wow, you’re good at digging up grubs!”
Skunk: “Thanks.”
Charlee: “All right, Chaplin, after that fiasco, don’t you think it’s time to take the cup off your head?”
Chaplin: “But there’s still a little cat food in it.”

Vermin: “HISSS! You must be full from all that cat food. I’ll help you eat the grubs.”
Skunk: “I really don’t need help with that.”
Chaplin: “I can still see with it on.”

Vermin: “HISSS! Sure you do! One grub for me, one for you. Two grubs for me, one for you.”
Skunk: “That’s not how helping works.”
Chaplin: “I have lots of other cat senses I can use.”

Vermin: “Sure it is, it’s called sharing. Three grubs for me, one for—”
Skunk: FOOM!

Chaplin: “Okay, fine, it’s stuck.”
Mouse: “I’ll go fetch the Tuck-o-Matic.”
Lulu: “The what now?”

Soon …

Mouse: “This is a device I developed as a contingency in case Tucker ever got his head stuck in a can or such. I never had to use it because it turns out things just slide right off of vizsla heads.”
Spicoli: “Dude, that’s one scary-looking contraption.”
Producer Smurf: “It smurfs like something Gargamel would use to smurf a smurf.”
Chaplin: “How does it work?”
Mr. Nibbles: “I run on the knob and it makes the pointy arms fold in, grab the cup, and lift it off Chaplin’s head.”
Lulu: “Sounds dangerous. Couldn’t we just call Mama and have her take it off?”
Mouse: “No no, it’s finely calibrated and perfectly safe.”
Charlee: “I totally want to see that thing grab Chaplin’s head. Fire it up!”

Shortly thereafter …

Charlee: “Not so much fun when you’re the one getting grabbed by something that won’t let go, is it, Chaplin?”
Mouse: “I guess I needed to make some adjustments based on the shape of a cat’s head. But at least the cup is off!”
Chaplin: “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”
Vermin: “HISS! That skunk is not very good about sharing grubs.”