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<< KNOCK KNOCK >>
Rabish: Mmmyes?
Rabot: By the royal decree of Prince Handsome...
Rabot: All... uh... elibagle bachulors and... uh... bachulesses are hereby SUMMONED TO ATTEND...
Rabot: A Grand Ball Party Dance-Off Challenge to Win His Heart!
Rabid and Rabish: No way!
Rabot: Here's yer invite. NO dorks or losers, of COURSE. Fancy dress, bathe first, etc. etc.
Rabid: Oh of COURSE!
Li'l BEefy: Wow, you guys seem super-excited!
Rabish: Shut UP loser! You're not invited!!
Rabid: Clean this dumb room again, LOSER!
Li'l Beefy: Again?
Rabot: Workin' hard... deliverin' letters!
Dr Quickly: So... you delivered it?
Rabot: Oh! Sir, you startled me!
Rabot: I certainly did! And... perhaps in lieu of the gold you promised... are there any additional invitations?
Dr Quickly: Sure, there's one back in this shady, secluded alleyway...
Rabot: Lead on!
<< KA-ZAP >>
Rabish: We're going now, LOSER!
Rabid: Gonna bag us a PRINCE!
Rabish: Don't stay up, except to CLEAN more!
Li'l Beefy: I'll NEVER get to go to a party or meet a prince or not be a LOSER!
<< Creeak! >>
[[ Dr Quickly is burgling. ]]
Li'l Beefy: Hey MISTER!
Li'l Beefy: Are you my FAIRY GOD-MOTHER?
Dr Quickly: Uhh...
Dr Quickly: Actually... yes. Climb into my magic bag, and I'll fly you to the Grand Ball.
Li'l Beefy: Wow!
Dr Quickly: Gotta toss the right bag...
Dr Quickly: Make a wish, kid!
Li'l Beefy: Oh boy!
<< SPLASH >>