- Your honor, in closing, the defendant planted his bulbs 20 inches deep, he put poison pellets in his snack bags, he hid sticky paper on the garage roof, and he left laxative-infused nuts all over the backyard!
- And?
- He's stuck on the garage roof throwing up tulip bulbs while pooping all over my nest!
- I see.
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- Alert! Home base!
- Come in Away Team?
- Way to go, Away Team! Any sign of the Hooman?
- Leftovers, Home base!!
- Grab them, Away Team.
- Roger, Home base!
- Then commence Project CHAOS (create horrific assault on Scot!!)
- Aye, aye, sir! (giggle)
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- Yeah?
- Then he poked me in the tummy
- Ouch!
- Then he wiggled my arm, and pulled my tail!
- Holy nuts, why?
- Dunno. He just kept yelling about a _)#*%&# laptop not working. And he needs his he-male.
- Dunno. He just kept yelling about a _)#*%&# laptop not working. And he needs his he-male.
- (snort)
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- De fence, he says! Ha.
- He said he was going on De Fence.
- Yeah?
- I said, what fence? DE fence, he says.
And he's gettin' mad. Y'know how he does. (Snicker)
- So what about da fence?
- I dunno, I can climb it and get his bulbs anyway.
Scott: Turned on the Electricity. HaHA!
I Roundhouse kicked the electri-city all the way to Chuck Norris!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, the hooman chased me...
..and he couldn't really keep up with me!
Why not just climb a tree?
That'd be too easy. So, I ran under a bench...
Yeah?
And he jumped over it.
Yeah?
And I ran along a fence...
Yeah?
And he opened the gate so I hadda jump
Yeah?
And I ran along a tree branch over a pond...
Yeah?
And he ran on it, too...
Yeah, yeah?
And then I ran UNDER it!
YEAH!
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Psst... where are you? I'm right under his window... about to deploy Operation Hooman!
QUIET! I'm hiding here under the bed!
What the heck are you doing there??
Waiting for him to fall asleep, dummy!
I thought you needed help finding the fool? If he's right there, why do you need help!?
Food. I need help finding the FOOD!
Roger that. I'll be in the kitchen. Waiting for you. Heh-heh.
Roger that. I'll be in the kitchen. Waiting for you. Heh-heh.
WHAT? Wait... hey! HEY!
(Snore....)
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Yeah... he's a meanie!
Yeah, but I got the key to his car!!
Hee. Heeheehee....
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Squirkle: I've got a warning, over
Hooman: Oh yeah? What? Over.
Squirkle: All your foods are belong to ME! Over. And out.
Hooman: No you get out! Over.
(Ominous silence.)
Over.
Get thee gone, hooman!
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What's wrong?
Well, I snuck in that guy's house...
I've told you not to do that! He's such a meanie!
Well, he had some POPCORN!
Well, he had some POPCORN!
Did you eat any????
Just a little... and then I started sneezing and farting!
Oh, Junior! You must have Scotphylus! In bed with you. A week's quarantine...
Can I watch TV?
Just a little... and then I started sneezing and farting!
Oh, Junior! You must have Scotphylus! In bed with you. A week's quarantine...
Can I watch TV?
Ok... but stay under his bed while he's watching...
Ok mom!!
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The hooman did it again...
What? C'mon out of the pool...
I. Can't.
Whatsamatter?
That )(*&)(*&$^ hooman! He put vodka in the pool!
What, again?
That's ok. Wait'll he finds out what I put in his bathtub... (snort)
That's ok. Wait'll he finds out what I put in his bathtub... (snort)
I'm bored...
Why?
The hooman...he's no challenge!
Whadya mean?
I mean he's not even trying! I do my best, I make noise, I eat his bulbs, I invade his space... I just EXIST!
Well, jeesh man, that oughta be enough for the Scott-Hooman! How about if I help you!
Why?
The hooman...he's no challenge!
Whadya mean?
I mean he's not even trying! I do my best, I make noise, I eat his bulbs, I invade his space... I just EXIST!
Well, jeesh man, that oughta be enough for the Scott-Hooman! How about if I help you!
(Slap-slap)
Team! Squirkle!
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We've got the Viking Raiders?
Yessir.
Yessir.
The Irish Rovers?
Aye, sir.
Aye, sir.
The Scots Brigade?
I ken, sir.
I ken, sir.
Um, sir..
Yes?
I think they just got into the Clairol's.
The redheads?
Um, yeah..
Never mind, war's off.
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