WAITERBOT: No, more to the left! Can't you idiots do anything right?
WAITERBOT: Not my left...your left! Mother turkeys of shit, I can't believe that it's taking this long to move one simple chair!
KUSE: Waiterbot, are you for real? We've got a killer clown on the loose, and all you're worried about is your stupid chair position?
WAITERBOT: I paid a lot of money for that chair, Kuse. Sue me if I want to add a little class to this godforsaken sack of shit circus.
KUSE: Just don't cause a commotion, we've got enough going on. And get back to the damn LEGO Advent Calendar -- everyone's telling me that you didn't even bother to go yesterday!
WAITERBOT: Oh just walk away, you pocket-sized, brick-faced, shameful derelict.
MARE: No luck, Kuse?
KUSE: Nope, nobody's seen that clown anywhere. I'll keep looking.
MARE: I should've listened to you, Kuse. If I had only let you kill that clown, that poor deer would still be alive. This is all my fault.
KUSE: No arguments here.
MARE: Mista Snowman! I think you guys are gonna need to run the Advent Calendar by yourselves, today. I've gotta help Kuse find that clown!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Fine by me! Boys' night out!
MEANWHILE...
CLAIRE: Hahahahahahahah!
HARE: Too easy! This is TOO EASY!
CLAIRE: Is this a battle to the death, or are we playing hopscotch?
HARE: "Hopscotch." Is that a crack about me being a rabbit?
CHER: Guys, I don't know how much longer I can hold them!
KNACKS: Hang in there, Cher! We'll figure something out!
CHER: You're not going to "figure something out" when you're all just standing behind me with your hands over your faces! Do something, dammit!
HARE: Say, Claire?
CLAIRE: Yes, sister?
HARE: Since these plebs are trying to kill us, surely we couldn't be blamed if we killed them, right? I mean, our savior would understand that it was purely self-defense.
CLAIRE: You know, I think you're right!
CLAIRE: Okay Hare, on the count of three, we'll increase our firepower!
HARE: Got it.
CLAIRE: I'll say "one," then you say "two," and then I'll wrap it up with a big "three."
HARE: Yeah yeah, that all sounds good.
CLAIRE: AHHHHHHHHHH!
HARE: Claire?!
KNACKS: Oh my God, Kuse! It's a miracle!
KUSE: It's not a miracle, Knacks! It's a CLOWN!
HARE: Who is that guy?!
CLAIRE: I don't know, but he just sprayed me with nose energy!
HARE:Nose energy?! I thought it was only a myth!
GRRRRRRRRRRRJJJJJJ HEEHEHEGRRRR!!!
CLAIRE: AHHHHHHH!
HARE: AHHHHHHH!
CLAIRE: Oh my GOD, Hare! He's POWERFUL!
HARE: Shit, he just killed Zombria. I liked Zombria.
FRED: NOOOOOOOOO!
CLAIRE: And there goes Fred. What say we take a powder?
HARE: Should we make a run for it, or should we just use our secret powers of teleportation?
CLAIRE:Teleportation! It's more refined!
CLAIRE: Sayonara, suckers!
KUSE: Holy shit, we were saved by a CLOWN!
CHER: Mr. Clown! You mean you aren't one of the bad guys?!
CHER: We were wrong about you! I have to hug you! I have to!
KNACKS: Cher, stay away from him! This is obviously a trick! That guy killed our circus animals, remember?
KUSE: Wait, you guys know this clown? Wait, wait...is this the same clown that Santa-X was talking about before I got kidnapped?
KUSE: And what's with this rabbit? Is he another one of your Advent Calendar gifts?
KUSE: Hold on a second...
KUSE:Hssxxlllo?!!
LATER!
WAITERBOT: Now what is this crap?! Who is that fucker, and why is he ravaging my LEGO gifts?!
PAUL: He's got some nerve.
WAITERBOT: EXCUSE ME CHILD, just what exactly do you think you're doing?! This is MY Advent Calendar! That red thing over there is my gift!
TED: Oh, it is? Sorry! See, I'm yesterday's Advent Calendar gift. Name's Ted. Nobody let me out of my box, so I kinda just helped myself out. And I figured, since I was already here, that it wouldn't hurt to try to put today's gift together.
WAITERBOT: What?! How dare you show signs of independent thought! Your lot in life is that of a mere beast of burden! You only move when I tell you to!
WAITERBOT: When I get through with...uh. Hmmm. Well this is interesting.
WAITERBOT: Paul, am I crazy, or are you seeing this, too?
PAUL I see it, Waiterbot. This guy looks exactly like James Lipton.
TED: You guys know James Lipton? He's relatively famous!
WAITERBOT: Oh this won't do. No, this won't do at all. Okay, "Ted," here's how it's going to be! We need to make a few changes around here!
TED: Mr. Waiterbot, this isn't fair! How am I supposed to see with a bag over my head?!
WAITERBOT: When we get back to the circus, I will consider poking you an eyehole. But only one! Don't you walk home thinking that you're gonna get a hole for each of your eyes, because you are not!
MEANWHILE...
Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!
CATS!
HEADS!
A PICTURE OF ME PAINTED ON THE FLOOR!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Christ, that was awesome. We gotta do a sequence like that at least once a week.
JAMES LIPTON: Twice if we're lucky!
MEANWHILE...
KUSE: Argh, I can't stand this! It's going to take forever to get home!
CHER: Can you believe it, Knacks?! This clown beat the crap out of my sisters!
KNACKS: All part of the ruse, Cher. He's just waiting for the right moment to stab us.
CHER: Knacks, I understand that you're suspicious...I am, too. But the fact is, we'd all be dead right now if it wasn't for this clown.
KNACKS: Sorry, I'm not buying it. He's a murderer, plain and simple.
CHER: If Kuse is okay with the clown, why can't you be?
KNACKS: Kuse?! Are you kidding?!
KNACKS: Look at him over there! He thinks that little rabbit is Hssxxlllo! Dude's off his rocker.
CHER: Okay, I admit...the rabbit-is-Hssxxlllo thing is a bit of a stretch.
KUSE: Hssxxlllo, I think you had better take the lead. I don't know where I'm going, and the last thing we need right now is to be hiking in the wrong direction.
KUSE: Hurry, Hssxxlllo! I'll never forgive myself if my imposter hurts Mare!
LATER!
MARE: Jesus. That poor deer.
KUSE: Mare, you shouldn't have come back here. I didn't want you to see this. It's too gruesome.
MARE: It's okay, Kuse. I needed to see this.
MARE: If I had just listened to you, that deer would be alive right now.
KUSE: I know, we established that this morning.
MARE: I should've trusted you. Every time I don't, something dies.
MARE: Let's have a baby, Kuse.
KUSE: Really? Do you mean it? You're ready to get preggers?
MARE: I am. I'm gonna stop doubting you, starting right now. You want a kid? Let's have a kid.
