Rabid: So, I've enrolled in a topiary course...
Rabish: Oh! So, soon you will make some for your yard?

Rabid: Well... no. I am going to, thanks to my small size and deft reflexes, be a plant jockey at the racing arena upspin near the docks.

[[Rabid rides a plant.]]
Rabid: Hi ho!

[[Rabid is holding a trophy, having placed first in the race.]]

[[Dr Quickly is reading the Sport News]]
Dr Quickly: Ah-ha! Good for him!
[[The headline, in French and Japanese, translates roughly as "The little red monster won SO HARD!"]]

Space Frog: HA HA I BET IT ALL ON THE SMALL RED THING RIDING THE BIG GREEN THING AND THUS DID WIN A VAST FORTUNE!!
Noel Mauvais: BAH

Rabish: I'm not jealous of his success per se, I'm jealous of his professional and yet still powerfully spiritual relationship with his steed...

Rabish's Shrink: But, shouldn't you only feel that way if your relationship with him is lacking? Did you notice this BEFORE his new job? You shouldn't expect him to rely exclusively on you. You'd be his, pardon me, mount? When you've been so much more to him, for so long?

Rabish: Ha, yes, of course any honest introspection reveals how absurd this is. But I AM resentful, nonetheless, of the necessary reduction in time available exclusively to me. Gah!

[[Rabid and Rabish sit in the window of the brightly lit BISTROTHEQUE IV (a "Diner And Brasserie) as the light spills out onto the dark night sidewalk.]]

Rabid: I feel bad for not hanging out with you as much...
Rabish: Oh!

Rabish: Oh... oh cool. I'm glad to hear it. I've been missing you!
Rabid: Yeah? Well, you're more fun than any dumb racing plant!

The Racing Plant: WAAAH!!
Rabid: Oh no!

[[The plant runs into the street, and is struck by a truck.]]
<<HONK HONK!!>>
<<screee-BARK!>>

Rabid: Oh dear...
Rabish: I'm... so sorry...
<<NEEDLESS GUILT>>

Rabid: Well, at least there are some branches we can graft as 'stud'!
Rabish: Heh!