Dennis: “Look, Spicoli! A poetic license! It was on the floor under the card catalog!”
Spicoli: “Wow, dude, you actually found one?”
Dennis: “Of course! I am a retrieving dog, you know.”
Mouse: “Can we go now? I have the feeling I’m being watched. And not just by Charlee.”
Charlee: “Mouse mouse.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Hey nasty dogs! The library is closing!”

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