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Oh, look! A button.
Private, don't!
Now, what have I told you about...
Sorry, what?
No!
I've got some bad news for you, Dennis. You messed with the wrong birds. Because we are an elite unit, the best of the best. Cream of the corn on a platinum cob. And we're gonna take your deadly green goop and sashay right out the exit hatch.
The cheese, it burns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Say something smart, Kowalski.
Ship To: Madagascar
Sorry! I get gassy when I fly.
We must be on a plane.
What did North Wind do to us?
Ooh! They gave us badges.
Not badges, tranquilizer darts.
I make my own options.
Brilliant move, Skipper, but now we seem to be outside the plane.
Well, kind of got caught up in the moment. Well, hindsight's 20/20. Okay, Kowalski, your turn to pick up the slack.
Uh.........................................
Kowalski, where does this aircraft go?
From the odd shape of this bagel, I'd say we're headed for Paris.
Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut! We're out of peanuts, Skipper!
Can't stay, doll.
Danger is my mistress.
Pretzels! Pretzels! Pretzel, pretzel, pretzels! We're out of pretzels!
We're gonna catch it, we're gonna catch it!
Crikey! We're not gonna catch it!
Oh, Private, stop playing with those backpacks. Find something useful.
BABY CRYING
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