Chaplin: “This is ridiculous. There’s nothing in that safe that concerns the FBI.”
Agent McFold: “We’ll determine that at the Feline Bureau of Investigation headquarters, away from prying red panda eyes.”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “Can’t I just blow it up out here?”
Agent McFold: “No, Bob. I called in special feline transport to pick it up.”
Charlee: “This seems a tad excessive.”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “I only use the absolute minimum amount of dynamite required.”
Agent McFold: “Don’t worry. The shaped charges are designed to only open the safe and cause no other damage. Right, Bob?”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “That’s absolutely right!”
Chaplin: “They don’t seem shaped so much as just kind of piled up.”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “‘Just kinda piled up’ is totally a shape!”
Lulu: “I think Mama might have a bamboo plant on the bathroom. Are you a bamboo aficionado?”
Red Panda: “Yes, very much so.”
Agent Frenchie: “That was quick thinking covering up the papers with your own body, Agent Blaze.”
Agent Blaze: “Paint me like one of your French bulldogs, Jack.”
Agent Frenchie: “Stop saying that. It’s disturbing.”
Charlee: “You do realize none of that paperwork is anything secret, right?”
Agent McFold: “What?! You read it?”
Charlee: “No, I just know all the important papers are in the safe in the office.”
Agent McFold: “A safe, you say … ?”
Mouse: “Decided to stop ‘flying’ around stage, did you?”
Java Bean: “Well you know, hovering takes a lot of energy.”
Mouse: “Uh-huh.”
Producer Smurf: “All right, now that we’ve no longer got dogs smurfing around the stage on a string, it’s time to smurf our contestants’ guesses! Vermin, what breeds do you smurf went into Riley?”
Vermin: “HISSS! Scam! This whole show is a scam! There aren’t any prizes and I don’t think you really have any judges! So I refuse to make any more guesses until I see a prize, a judge, or both!”
Producer Smurf: “Sorry, our judges have smurfed that refusing to guess is a disqualifier. No prizes for you.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Because you don’t have any prizes!”
Charlee: “Game show contestants sure are unruly these days.”
Spicoli: “Could be worse, dude, we could be in an airport.”
Producer Smurf: “Welcome back! It’s the third and final round of ‘What Went Into That Dog’, featuring our smurfy special guest Riley!”
Riley: “Hi everybody!”
Producer Smurf: “All right, let’s try to smurf ourselves together long enough to smurf some guesses as to what Bean’s genetic makeup is. First, let’s smurf from Vermin!”
Vermin: “HISSS! A nasty dog!”
Producer Smurf: “You smurfed the same guess for Lulu. Are you sure you don’t want to smurf a little more specific this time?”
Vermin: “HISSS! A nasty dog with asymmetrical ears!”
Producer Smurf: “The judges are smurfing me that ‘nasty with asymmetrical ears’ isn’t a breed, but they’ll allow it.”
Java Bean: “My ears are asymmetrical?”
Spicoli: “You know what would go well with that cake, dude?”
Blue: “No, what?”
Spicoli: “Coffee.”
Blue: “They had coffee in the room next door. I can go steal some.”
Chaplin: “I was sure he was going to say ‘Doritos’.”
Charlee: “So was I!”
Producer Smurf: “All right, our first contestant is Vermin!”
Vermin: “HISSS! I keep telling all of you! My name is Jill!”
Producer Smurf: “Vermin is some kind of wallaby or something. She smurfs around the house hissing at everyone.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Crazy smurf! I’m an opossum! The part about hissing is accurate though.”
Producer Smurf: “All right then, Vermin, let’s smurf your guess as to what kind of dog Lulu smurfs!”
Vermin: “HISSS! She’s a nasty dog! Just like all the other nasty dogs and cats! Also I think she’s a clone of Trixie.”
Chaplin: “Mouse, you ruled out cloning as a source of where Lulu came from, right?”
Mouse: “Well, I know Trouble’s Clone-o-Matic wasn’t used to make her, but it’s not like I checked every other Clone-o-Matic in the world.”
The Oceanside Animals 