Lulu: “Listen, I appreciate that you’re probably not going to eat most of us, but I do have to ask you to take your hibachi outside.”
Huntsman Spider: “But why, mate? I’m cooking in the kitchen. The kitchen is where cooking is done, right? That’s how we do it Down Under, anyway.”
Lulu: “Yes that’s true, but not when you’re cooking with charcoal and making all kinds of smoke.”
Charlee: “This area is weirdly free of moths and butterflies.”
Chaplin: “Yeah, it’s a little bit spooky.”
Mouse: “All right, who left their little hibachi unattended? Was it you, Producer Smurf? It’s about the right size.”
Producer Smurf: “Of course it wasn’t me! What would I smurf with a hibachi? I subsist on fruit and nuts and lichens! And also microwave burritos.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Phew, that smoke smells terrible! It’s the most awful stuff I’ve ever inhaled!”
Spicoli: “Dudes are a bunch of pikers.”
Lulu: “Yeah, it is pretty bad. Hey maybe we can dump it out on the floor so I can roll around in the ashes once it cools off?”
The Oceanside Animals 