NOTES:
I surely do apologize, sir – I did not mean to…
Hobo Sandwich: …To take a bite out of MY HEAD? Of course you didn’t mean to, ya moron!
?: Earl, what’s going on out there? What are you doing?
Hobo Sandwich: Nothing, honey, just stay in the sack.
?: I’m not going to stay inside the sack when it’s being picked up in the middle of the night and some giant nubbin reaches through our ceiling and picks you up and… OH MY GOD, EARL – YOUR HEAD!
Hobo Sandwich: Now don’t go makin’ a big stink, it’s just a bite…
Hobo Napkin: Just a bite? Half your head is gone!
Hobo Sandwich: Go back in the sack, Doreen, I’m handling this…
Hobo Napkin: Oh, sure, then this monstrosity can reach in and blow his big nose into me…
PF: Big nose?
Hobo Napkin: Use what’s left of your head, Earl! And here I thought you couldn’t get any dumber…
Hobo Sandwich: Will you pipe down! I can’t hear myself think…
Hobo Napkin: Oh that’s odd, because I can hear you think just fine and it sounds to me like the Hunchback’s finally moved out of the bell-tower you were bad for his IMAGE!
PF: *snicker*
Hobo Napkin: What are you laughing at, ugly?
PF: Oh, please do not point your disdain at me, madame!
Hobo Napkin: Oh, I’m just warming up, you…
?: Wahhhh!
Hobo Napkin: Look what you two did, you woke up the kids!
PF: Your children are corn chips?
Hobo Napkin: Hey, you got no room to judge, you hang around with a pile of snot, flying facial hair, and a debilitated sea monster.
Blobby, Moustachia, & Roy: Hey!
Hobo Corn Chip Kid #1: Wahhh! Mommy, the bad man broke me in half!
Hobo Napkin: Oh, good lord, let me look at you… Well at least it was a clean break…
Hobo Corn Chip Kid #2: Is Francis going to the chip bag in the sky, Mommy?
Hobo Napkin: No, sweetheart – he’ll be fine after we get some nacho powder to bind his wounds…
Hobo Corn Chip Kid #1: I don’t wanna go to the sky bag, Mommy!
Hobo Napkin: Do you see what you’ve done? How am I gonna afford nacho binding powder in THIS economy? We’re not even insured…
PF: I am terribly sorry, I…
Hobo Napkin: Pa-tooey! I spit on your sorries! Tooey pa-tooey!
PF: Spitting napkins?! I would like to make it up to you. How may I acquire the necessary items to mend your family?
Hobo Sandwich: We can only get those inside the walls of Supermarket City over there, and there seems to be a war going on, so the gate’s closed…
PF: Well, I need to get in as it is the last obstacle between me and my home…
Hobo Napkin: You know what was the obstacle between my home and you? A thin wall of brown paper! Now get out of here already while we figure out whose turn it is to sleep in the cellophane sleeping bag tonight.
Hobo Sandwich: Now settle down, Doreen. Maybe this tubby guy can carry us through the secret path into Supermarket City where we could finally talk to M-O-M.
Hobo Napkin: Hmmm… Maybe… He would just have to stop shattering the bodies of my children.
PF: Yes! Show us the secret way and I will take you to this Mom…
Hobo Napkin: Oh wow, he can spell!
Hobo Sandwich: All right, let’s go then.
Blobby: I wonder if there are marriage counselors in Supermarket City…
Hobo Napkin: I heard that! Mind your business, snot pile!
PF: Very good – on to Supermarket City!
Current Mood: So close, so close, so close...
Discoveries Made: The unique family dynamic of the Hobo Lunch Bunch.
Hereinto referenced: Foodlandia ¤ Hobo Corn Chip Kids ¤ Hobo Napkin ¤ Hobo Sandwich ¤ Snot Pile ¤ Supermarket City
