We are off on yet another mission! The 3BT are accompanying me as part of their parole. Say hello to Blobby, boys!
Sid: What up, Sweaty B!
PF: Hm, yes, what up INDEED. The hair snow is upon us, just light flurries, and we are marching toward Moustachio Territory. I believe I should have no trouble convincing these flying Moustaches to cease their intrusive hair disposal habits, then I shall collect my Bean Gas, and be on my way – ONCE AGAIN TO THE SKIES!
Still, though sufficiently icky, I do not understand why the Beans despise the hair so. I mean, it kind of tickles! Tee-hee!
Bonzo: Man, you don’t get it. Beans and hair have been at each other’s throats since the beginning of TIME…
Blobby: Beans and hair have throats?
Bonzo: …I can’t think of a more demoralizing predicament than to be a Bean coated in some jerk’s stubble. We may be low-lifes, P. Flig, but we still got pride. Blugh!
PF: I am not sure I understand. Perhaps were I to walk in your Bean-Shoes…
Sid: Dang, this hair is TREATING my LIFE right now, yo.
PF: Truly, Sid. It is really starting to pick up the closer we get to the Moustachio Border.
Gree: *Tooey* *tooey* *peh* *peh* *pa-tooey*!
PF: This is no time for ill beats, my child.
Bonzo: Gree’s not beat boxing, he’s spitting out this crazy hair snow. MAN this stuff is EVERYWHERE.
Sid: Ah! I can’t hang, joe!
Gree: *Pa-tooey*!
PF: Stay strong, lads! I know your pride is being mutilated currently, but we must not fail!
Bonzo: Sorry, P. Flig, we can’t take this!
Sid: We gotta bounce!
Bonzo: Thanks for freeing us, man. Good luck!
Sid: Stay dope, P. Flig!
Gree: Though you may be pursued by creatures from the blackest parts of creation, you must not err in your task! You have been chosen, Frederick! Chosen!!!
PF: Blobby, Roy… we are alone in this needley blizzard!
