[music playing]
Oh no, hi ladies.
[laughing]
[moaning]
Who this?
You know darn well who this is. Quit goofing around.
Whoa.
[yelling]
Og? Don’t you og me.
My minutes are running out.
Anna speaking.
I know who is speaking. What’s going on over there?
- Oh, dear mother. - You sound weird.
You must detect the joy in my voice. But, rest assured that there’s nothing
to worry about here. Everything here is just...
Blessed and wonderful.
[laughing]
I mean't... in a chair.
Oh!
I’m not allowed to sit on the furniture at home.
[laughing]
[music playing]
The people furs are tight. Why do you guys wear these?
If we don’t wear pants, We end up in the people kennel.
Huh? What?
Here, these might fit you better.
Catch.
[growling]
Hey Rufus, did you happen to see the cookies I brought over
for the bake sale? They were right here?
Gross.
Wow! I can’t believe you shared that incredibly
deep and personal story with me, Darla.
And… Frisbee!
Hanna's nice. And nice people do nice things.
Look, she even gave me her leftovers.
Her fries do taste better than mine.
- No, they don't. - Oh, which reminds me.
We’ve another date tonight after school.
This time, she told me not to bring you guys, which means
It must have gone pretty good.
- Actually Rufus, we think you should-- - Get more flowers?
I was thinking the exact same thing. I’ll get the good ones this time.
- Hey! - Hey, Mrs. Broomstich,
I have a date, I need some flowers.
[shrieking]
Thanks.
I definitely just farted.
But not to worry, because it was silent.
Perfect crime.
Wow, even after hours of staring at her picture in the year book,
she still turns my legs into jelly.
What?
What? No, no, no.
Oh, this is awful. No, not you.
You're not awful, you're hot. What? This...
Say that out-- Yeah, I'm gonna go.
Hmm?
No, I didn't-- I didn't mean like you're rough like you're old.
You look so young.
Like, how are you so young? Like that's crazy that you were born in--
Yeah, you're aged.
Like in a good way, like you're worn in.
You're like a worn in-- Like a good worn in glove...
That you like to wear.
Like you've got a lot of-- You're well worn.
So like, how old-- Like...
Ah-ha! Trucker Joe, bon appetite.
I didn't order nothing, get lost.
Wait, no, no, no! It's free.
It's on the house.
You’ve got two seconds to tell me where you’re from
before I punch you over that gate.
OK. So, my mom is from Fresno.
And then, we moved from Mexico--
The food, bone head.
Oh.
I tense up at high speeds.
- Hey! - No, I'm not driving through any more--
No, not hay. Hey, tractor!
[horn honking]
- What should we do? - I got an idea, bear right.
- What's on the right? - Trust me!
Alright, hang on!
[screaming]
[music playing]
Thanks, but I'm not a dog.
I'm a human boy.
[laughing]