What happened, Feathers?  Did you run out of Kyrlon?

Tickle, Tickly, Tickle. You have to try this, Whiska.

Is this enough soft serve for you, Whiska?

Twilight is a special event.  Deet Deet.

Whiska, I don’t care what you think you are not the fountain statue.

 I’ll give you 25 boxes of Legendario if you let me ride your tricycle.

I hope the bus driver is still full of amore when he finds out we borrowed his bus.

Who is the meanest looking guy here?

Enjoying the Indian dee da deets.

I’d like to rent a boat for a tall cargo and a grumpy one.

Sometimes I feel like I have a building in my ears.

It’s the summer of Spuds!

Don’t cough this time, Whiska.

Quit your griping, Whiska, if Feathers can fit in so can you.