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 … ?”
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