Chaplin: “Tell you what, we’ll take you to meet the creator of the SmurfCoin in exchange for these cans of tuna in your tackle box.”
Swordfish: “It’s not a tackle box, it’s a—”
Charlee: “Yeah yeah yeah, it’s a hacker’s toolkit, I know. Do we have a deal or what?”
Swordfish: “Well, here’s my invoice. Payment is due at the time hacking services are rendered.”
Charlee: “What hacking services rendered? You didn’t do anything.”
Swordfish: “Sure I did. I made a house call.”
Charlee: “I didn’t call you, you just showed up.”
Chaplin: “What are you doing down here, Charlee? Is that my automatic feeder?”
Swordfish: “I’ll tell you what we’re not doing! We’re not trying to hack this feeding device, no sir!”
Charlee: “Who are you, exactly? And how did you know I was looking for a hacker? Did the mouse call you?”
Swordfish: “You can call me ‘Swordfish‘. And no, the mouse didn’t call me. I have my own ways of getting information, on account of I’m a top-notch hacker.”
Mr. Nibbles: “Charlee, the purpose of that feeder is so Chaplin can eat small meals throughout the day. If it opened for you, you would eat all the food at once and there would be none for Chaplin.”
Charlee: “See, Mouse? Mr. Nibbles gets it. I’m not sure why you don’t. You’re supposed to be the smart one.”
Mouse: “Oh, I get it. I’m just not going to hack the feeder for you so that you can steal all of Chaplin’s food.”
Narrator: “And so John, Paul, George, and Ringo were forced to strike out on their own in search of a new warren, where they could play their gigs the way they wanted to play, thus beginning the meteoric rise of their band, The Squeekles.”
Chaplin: “I had no idea meerkat musical politics were so involved.”
Mouse: “Listen, Neo, that worm you helped me with turned out to be a little slipshod. Now the ‘Cyber Authorities’ are trying to track us down.”
Neo: “Yeah, sorry about that. I was out late at a rave the night before and used the wrong code.”
Mouse: “Are you all right, Dennis? You look a little flushed.”
Dennis: “I’m fine. It’s just the Kung Pao.”
Mouse: “I’m sure your mama will be thrilled to have all her clothes smelling like Chinese takeout.”
Dennis: “Ha ha ha! So am I!”
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Producer Smurf: “Dennis, we have to smurf something about your poll numbers. They’re smurfbysmal.”
Dennis: “Which line am I on that graph?”
Producer Smurf: “None of them. You’re not on that graph. Nobody knows who the smurf you are. We need to smurf a press conference.”
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