Hobo Sandwich: Okay, we’re here!
Roy: What?
PF: That was not nearly as perilous as you had led me to believe.
Hobo Sandwich: Not perilous?
PF: No, we just had to walk from the back of Supermarket City to the front…
Hobo Napkin: Wow, a tough guy!
Hobo Sandwich: Lesser creatures have buckled under the weight of all those bargains and options.
Hobo Napkin: You’re not such a weenie after all!
PF: Thanks?
Hobo Sandwich: BUT BEWARE! Now we must face THE SLOWEST MOVING LINE IN THE WORLD… WORLD… world… *ahem* Sorry, I meant to just say that once.
Hobo Napkin: Wow, I guess that bite outta your skull DID make you dumber. I didn’t think that was possible…
Hobo Sandwich: Not now, Doreen… *GASP!* LOOK! That old Can of Prunes is attempting to pay their property taxes IN PENNIES! OH, THE HORROR!
PF: It is okay, Hobo friends. We shall just wait our turn in line.
Blobby: When did YOU get so patient?
PF: Blobby, we have here our first REAL CHANCE at speaking with Mom, at saving Professor Island from Mr. Demon – we cannot jeopardize that chance by disrupting the native customs with our line-jumping.
Hobo Sandwich: Yeah, besides, Supermarket City has a strict “No-Cuts-No-Buts-No-Coconuts” policy.
Hobo Napkin: Those poor, marginalized Coconuts…
PF: We shall wait. I must practice my plea to Mom anyway.
Current Mood: Not lost.
Discoveries Made: "I came in here for a special offer: a guaranteed personality..."
Hereinto referenced: Coconuts ¤ Hobo Lunch Bunch ¤ Mom ¤ Prunes ¤ Supermarket City