What Went Into That Dog: The Game Show, Round 2

Producer Smurf: “Welcome to Round Two of ‘Guess What Went Into That Dog’! You already smurfed our contestants, so let’s smurf hello to this week’s dog, Java Bean!”
Java Bean: “¡Hola!”
Spicoli: “Any luck finding refreshments in the Green Room, dude?”
Blue: “Well they have dog biscuits in there but they wouldn’t let me have any. I might stage a raid later.”
Norman: “Did I just hear somebody say something about a raid?”

Vermin: “HISSS! Nasty smurf! If we’re contestants, where are our prizes? Somebody must have won something on that last round!”
Producer Smurf: “Sorry, our panel of judges smurfed that none of you four were smurfy enough with your guesses to smurf anything. But smurf assured we have got many delightful and valuable free gifts that you could potentially smurf.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Lies! All lies!”
Chaplin: “Why do you want to settle for dog biscuits? I’m sure they must have a catering table somewhere.”
Blue: “A catering table, you say? Hmm …”
Mouse: “Chaplin, don’t encourage her.”
Norman: “Norman? It’s Norman. Rumor has it there’s a raid going down later here at the game show. Send Norman and Norman over.”
Norman on the Phone: “On it, Norman!”
Gopher: “Hey, Village People guy. That bomb isn’t a gopher bomb, is it?”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “I don’t know. What’s a gopher bomb? Is it a bomb with gophers inside it?”
Java Bean: “And here I thought living on the streets was noisy.”

Producer Smurf: “Excuse me, what do you smurf you’re smurfing?”
Norman: “Uhhh, just exercising the ‘Phone a Friend’ option.”
Producer Smurf: “There’s no ‘Phone a Friend’! This is not ‘Who Wants To Smurf A Millionaire’!”
Vermin: “HISSS! Obviously not! That other show has actual prizes!”
Gopher: “No, a gopher bomb fills tunnels with stinky gas.”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “Oh, I see. We used to call those ‘Tucker Bombs‘. This one just explodes. Boom!”

Gopher: “So is that bomb for sale?”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “Well I was going to take it bowling but since this show just keeps dragging on and on, sure.”
Blue: “There’s no catering table here but I did find this big cake on a table in the ballroom next door.”
Mr. Nibbles: “That’s a wedding cake, friend Blue. I’m surprised they let you take it.”
Blue: “Well some lady did try to chase me, but she tripped over this big white dress she was wearing so I got away.”
Producer Smurf: “Hey! Blue! No outside food or drink allowed!”