Tag: Stuffies
Throwback (Tucker & Dennis) Thursday: Everyone Must Sleep On Mom
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The Paper Chase
Agent McFold: “Agent Inky, report.”
Agent Inky: “I searched the whole house, top to bottom. I found papers scattered everywhere on the floor in the office.”
Agent McFold: “Well, that sounds like everything is in good order then.”
Chaplin: “Of course it does. We’re professionals around here.”
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Sunday Sports: The Battle of Dada Trying to Get Someone to Care About the Fuzzy Ball
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Escape From Disco Mountain
Boogie Snooze
Boogie Shoes
Spicoli: “Hey, dude, what are you doing crammed in behind the little table?”
Lulu: “I’m hiding from this Frankenstein’s Monster stuffie who keeps following me around trying to get me to boogie to ‘Disco Duck’.”
Spicoli: “Hmm, have you considered just boogieing with him? That’s a pretty sweet track, dude.”
Lulu: “It’s a little hard to boogie when he’s got it on a loop where it’s just quacking all the time.”
Spicoli: “Oh, is that what that is? I thought maybe we had been invaded by duck hunters.”
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The Music of the (Sparkly) Spheres
Say (Almost) Anything
Lulu: “Look, all I know is there’s a weird monster stuffie running around and it seems like something that would have come out of the secret lab.”
Charlee: “Secret lab? What secret lab?”
Vermin: “HISSS! That’s right, we cats know nothing of any secret lab!”
Chaplin: “You’re still not a cat, Vermin.”
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Lulu’s Hideaway
Mr. Nibbles: “Why are you hiding under your Dada’s desk, friend Lulu? The base isn’t booming and there’s not thunder.”
Lulu: “I know, but there’s some kind of horrific monster roaming the house and I don’t want him to find me.”
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Signs, Signs, Everywhere There’s Signs
Under The Table And Scheming
Frankenstein’s Monster: (Roaring)
Chaplin: “So, got any more bright ideas for dealing with undead stuffies?”
Vermin: “HISSS! Shhh! It’ll hear you!”
Charlee: “If you’re worried about being overheard, maybe you shouldn’t hiss so loudly before every sentence.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
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1.21 Gigawatts?!
Charlee: “So what are you going to do with the stuffie corpses, exactly?”
Vermin: “HISSS! I am going to run 1.21 gigawatts of electricity through them. That’ll fry them to a crisp!”
Doc Brown: “1.21 gigawatts?! Great Scott!”
The Oceanside Animals 