Smiling Critters!! :)

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*picture above is not mine; you get it for now right?*

DogDay: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?
Hoppy : How did you know I was up until 3am?
Catnap : We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

Hoppy : I won a new phone in a race.
Bobby: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Hoppy?
Hoppy : A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

*Something crashes*
Bubba: Shoot-
DogDay: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!
Catnap: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

DogDay: *shatters a window and climbs through it*
DogDay: *turns around and helps Bobby through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Bobby.
Bobby: Okay.

Kickin: Come on Bubba, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that...
Bubba: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

Crafty: Did you just refer to a knife as a "people-opener"?
Catnap:
Catnap: ...Should I not have?

DogDay : Why don't you go talk to her?
Craftycorn, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.
DogDay : What? So you go tell her she's cute, what's the worst that could happen?
Craftycorn: She could hear me.

Hoppy: Made you all playlists!
Hoppy: Catnap, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.
Hoppy: Bubba , yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.
Hoppy: And DogDay has the ABBA Gold album.

Bubba: I haven't seen Kickin and Hoppy for fifteen minutes now.
*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Kickin and Hoppy running after it in a panic. Bubba doesn't look outside at all.*
Bubba: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

Hoppy: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!
Bubba : ...

Picky: *cooking*
DogDay : *kicks down door*
DogDay : *grabs knife from Picky's hand*
DogDay : WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Picky:
Picky: What.
Catnap : He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.

Bubba: *Stands in trash can.*
Bobby: Bubba, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!

Catnap: I hate to disagree with you, but-
Bubba: Please, you love to disagree with me. It's your favorite thing to do.

Craftycorn: I'm proud to say I've come over my fear of ghosts!
Bobby: Eyy, that's the spirit!
Craftycorn: *gasps* whErE???!!!??

Catnap : Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.
Picky: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?
Kickin: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.
Bobby: Guys.

Hoppy: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!
Bubba: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?
Hoppy: Obviously. Now, Catnap,  pass the shovel.

Bubba: My mom is calling... hi mom.
DogDay : Come on guys, stop. He's trying to talk to his mom.
Kickin: *loud fake sexual noises*
Hoppy : EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Catnap: *is asleep*
Crafty: *gets really close to the phone* Tell her I said hi.

Bubba : When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Catnap: ...And?
Bubba: And you are.

Bobby, watching Crafty: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Crafty, so demure...
Bobby: ...I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?
Crafty: *screaming*

Craftycorn: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.
Bubba: What baby?
Craftycorn, crying a bit: Me.

Picky: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!
Kickin: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-
Picky: We are not doing this!

Bobby: I lost my fish, can you help me find it?
Catnap , cooking the fish: What? I couldn't hear you, please speak up.

Crafty, watching Kickin and Hoppy fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?
Catnap, not bothered by the chaos: It's fine. They're too evenly matched to hurt each other.
Crafty: Then... who's the strongest out of you three?
Kickin: Catnap.
Hoppy: Catnap.
Catnap: Me.

Catnap: Damn, Bubba, are you secretly cool?
Bubba : Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.
Catnap: I do not.

Catnap: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Bobby: Hey guys I just found a new song I really like-
Hoppy : Is it about death?
Bobby: No.
Kickin: Is it about drugs?
Catnap: Is it about sex?
Bobby: NO- it's about happiness and peace and-
Hoppy , Kickin, and Catnap: *evaporates*

DogDay : I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this.
Catnap: I literally said "I have an idea," and you just went along with it without question.

Kickin: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?
Bubba : If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.
Kickin: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.
Bubba : ...

Crafty: What are you getting DogDay for the holidays?
Catnap : I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet.
Hoppy : I'm getting DogDay a divorce lawyer.

DogDay : So, what's Catnap's type?
Bubba: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.
DogDay : Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we're just friends.
Bubba: Did I mention oblivious?
DogDay : Yeah, why?
Bubba: Okay, just making sure.

Bubba : So what are your political beliefs?
Picky, awkwardly trying to impress him: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

Picky: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.
Picky: That's why I own TEN guns.
Picky: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

Catnap: How the hell are you still alive?
Kickin: Honestly, I'm just as confused as you are.

Hoppy: You've got to act tough, Craftycorn! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you!
Craftycorn: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it.
Craftycorn, standing up on her stool and slamming her hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Bobby: You're a horrible person!
Catnap: Maybe. But I'm rich and I'm pretty, so it doesn't really matter.

DogDay, admiring a sleeping Catnap : You're so cute.
Catnap, sleepily: I could beat your ass.
DogDay, lovingly: I know.

DogDay: When Catnap was born, the gods said, "He's  too perfect for this world."
Bubba: Please. When he was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

Crafty: Where did you get that tomato soup?
Picky : It's actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Kickin: Bubba said it's my turn with the brain cell.
Hoppy: Square up.