Hoppy: Remain CALM! *slaps Kickin multiple times*
DogDay: How do Picky and Kickin usually get out of these messes?
Bubba: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.
Hoppy, referring to Catnap and DogDay: Those guys are dorks.
Crafty: Yes, but they're my dorks.
DogDay: A mouse!
Hoppy, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.
Picky, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!
Crafty, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.
Bobby, gasping: It's Ratatouille!
Kickin: His name is Remi, dummy.
Bubba: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.
Picky: I hope she's calmed down...
Hoppy: Shut the fuck up you annoying ass pig.
Crafty: We need to distract these guys.
Hoppy: Leave it to me.
Hoppy: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Bubba & Kickin: *immediately begin arguing*
Bobby: wow you and Kickin are home early from the movies. What happened?
Crafty: We got kicked out because Kickin wouldn't stop yelling diving scores as people jumped off the titanic.
Kickin: That last guy had a solid 8, I'm telling you!
DogDay: Catnap, I...
DogDay: I love you!
Catnap: Not my problem.
Kickin: Who wants to make fifty bucks?
Hoppy: How?
Kickin: I need someone to take the fall.
Hoppy: What did you do?
Kickin: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.
DogDay, from the other room: Oh my god.
Kickin: ...
DogDay: OH MY GOD!
Hoppy: Make it a hundred.
Kickin: Deal.
Crafty: Is the pink panther a lion?
Hoppy: Say that again but slower.
Crafty: I don't get it.
Hoppy: He's a PANTHER.
Crafty: Is that a type of lion?
Hoppy: No, it's a fucking panther.
Crafty: *googles panther* They aren't pink?
Hoppy: AND LIONS ARE?!
Bobby: I need a long word.
Crafty: T-rex but the long one.
Catnap, turning to Kickin: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.
DogDay, teaching Hoppy to drive: Okay, you're driving and Crafty and Bubba walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Hoppy: Oh, definitely Bubba. I could never hurt Crafty.
DogDay, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.
DogDay: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I'm near mine, I start acting stupid.
Catnap: You always act stupid.
Catnap:
Catnap: Wait...
Bubba: Kill me nowwwww.
Kickin: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.
DogDay: Oh Catnap, we have a visitor!
Catnap: Don't tell me it's Picky.
DogDay: It's Picky.
Kickin: Working sucks.
Kickin: I want to be a malewife where my only responsibilities are being sexy and cute.
Kickin: Any advice before Hoppy and I fight?
Picky: Don't wet yourself in public.
Kickin: Not the kind of advice I was looking for!
Crafty: What do you think Picky will do for a distraction?
Bobby: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Bobby: ...or she could do that.
Hoppy: Crafty, I'm afraid.
Crafty: Just stay close to Catnap.
Hoppy: That's why I'm afraid.
DogDay: Kickin, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.
Kickin: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.
Bubba: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Kickin: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!
Bubba: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?
Hoppy: Oklahoma City, bitch!
Kickin: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Hoppy: Sure!
Hoppy: Whats your favorite color?
Kickin, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?
Bubba: Kickin, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!
Kickin: Rebuke? Is that a word?
Bubba: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!
Kickin: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?
Bobby: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!
Bobby, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.
Picky: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Bubba?
Bubba: No. *leaves*
Kickin: I do!
Picky: I know, Kickin.
Kickin: I'm sad.
Picky: I know, Kickin.
Kickin: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born.
Hoppy: Aw... that's not true.
Hoppy: It'd be exactly the same.
Hoppy: You're not important.
Crafty: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.
Bubba: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!
Kickin: Can I bother you for a second?
Bubba: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.
Hoppy, texting Picky: Please don't text me for the next hour, I'm going to be on the treadmill.
Picky: I wasn't planning on texting you.
Hoppy: What did I just say?
DogDay: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.
Picky, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
Bubba: It's locked. You got a lock pick?
DogDay: Yeah-
Hoppy: *kicks the door open*
Picky, running: Slow down, Hoppy, I can't ketchup!
Hoppy, not slowing down: You'll just have to use all the strength you can mustard.
Bobby: *working in a flower shop and minding her own business*
Kickin, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY "FUCK YOU" IN FLOWER???
Crafty: Sorry DogDay, I was thinking...
Picky: I wish I could do that!
DogDay: *Reading a letter*
Bobby: Well, what does it say?
DogDay: It's a confession letter. It turns out Hoppy killed my pet rock.
Picky: I am literally evil incarnate.
Picky: I'm not actually, I just enjoy being evil.
Picky: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I'm making a conscious effort.
Picky: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
DogDay: Hoppy! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a headache.
Hoppy: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.
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