Cy, where are you taking us? We have been spinning within your clouds for hours. It is quite nauseating.
Cy: Who is that? Who’s talkin’?
PF: CY! Have you forgotten you have been carrying us away from Professor Island?
Cy: Ooooooh. No? Yes. Sorry, man. I just get used to the swirling debris I pick up, I probably thought you were just another one of these Kicky Huts.
Kicky: Hello!
PF: Well can you please release us? I have emptied my stomach contents one billion times. I have lost meals that in the third grade I et!
Cy: Sure sure! Sorry about that! Pa-TOOEY!
PF: Sweet demise, I will soon kiss your tootsies!
