Snackvestigators

Producer Smurf: “Spicoli, why do you still smurf your sunglasses when you’re sleeping?”
Spicoli: “I think you mean trying to sleep, dude. And I wear them because it’s so bright here.”
Producer Smurf: “But why don’t you go smurf somewhere that’s not so bright?”
Spicoli: “Because then it would be too dark to see with my sunglasses on.”
Producer Smurf: “Oh, of course.”

Charlee: “Spicoli, you have your finger on the pulse of the trade in black-market snacks, right?”
Spicoli: “I haven’t got fingers, dude. I’m a dog. But metaphorically speaking, yes, I do.”
Lulu: “Have you heard anything about somebody illicitly moving or storing a large cache of snacks recently?”
Spicoli: “Snacks are moving around all the time, dudes. Can you be a little more specific?”
Charlee: “This load of snacks was intended for a Starship launch party and it may include pancake-making supplies.”
Spicoli: “Oh, those snacks? Yeah I totally know about those. They’re down in Trouble’s old mad scientist lair in the basement.”

Charlee: “Spicoli, did you steal those snacks?”
Spicoli: “Dude. Of course not. You really think I would have the time to mix up a bowl of Bisquick?”
Charlee: “Well that’s good. For a minute there I was worried that we might be involved in—”
Spicoli: “It was totally that weirdo Chaplin has been hanging around with. He claims his name is Ed but I heard him refer to himself as Bo Diddly or Joe Diddler or something like that.”

Suddenly …

Batman (popping up from behind couch): “The Riddler!”
Spicoli: “Yeah, that was it. And he wouldn’t even give me a bag of Doritos.”
Lulu: “How did you get behind the sofa? I thought you stayed at the launch place to organize your canasta league or whatever.”
Batman: “Well I am Batman, you know.”