*Hargh* Here it is. Here he is.
Blubba: …and then once, in the fourth grade, I ate all the paste… OF A THOUSAND PASTE TANKERS…
Roy: Now that’s what I call a sticky situ…
Big Kicky: Thank the almighty Soccer Gods you’re here! Have you got the Hydration Station?
Head Kicky: Yes. But we had no idea…
Blobby: You can’t clean the stink of his words out of the air.
Head Kicky: Well – start showering the beast!
PF: You know, gents, I think we should just ask Kane, the lone Stealth Kicky for help…
*record screeching to a stop*
PF: I did not realize a record was even playing…
Big Kicky: You’ve talked to Kane!
PF: Yes, indeed. He has a minor breaking and entering problem, but once the proper friendship boundaries are established, I believe he shall make a good friend. Odd, but good!
Head Kicky: Charlie, you set up a base camp with team Cranapple – Gorgex, you assemble the Hydration Station with team Snickerdoodle – you, monocle boy, come with me!
PF: So assertive!
Blubba: …Oh you think I couldn’t fit that much rotting compost inside me, but I got enough in there for years of gardening! Years! YEARS!!!