SAM: Wow, they let you take home one of the boards? That must've been some skate park!
ROBOCLOWN: Actually, he stole it. I have to say, it was really out of character.
ROBOCLOWN: Good job yesterday, by the way. We all had our reservations about leaving you in charge of the Advent Calendar, but you did us proud.
UNCLE MILTON: I don't know why you were so worried. There's some serious height discrimination going on around here.
ROBOCLOWN: Look, if you want me to tell you that we consider you LEGO folks as being equal in intelligence and charisma to the rest of us....my programming makes me incapable of telling such lies.
MEANWHILE...
SMITH: Did you have fun at the St. Lukosville Skate Park, sir?
WAITERBOT: I did not. It was the most pathetic vacation anyone has ever taken. I don't even know why we went there...nothing even happened! All we did was skate and come home!
SMITH: But...isn't that sort of the point of going to a skate park?
WAITERBOT: Oh, Charles...how can I explain this?
WAITERBOT: ...how can I explain the many unspoken promises of adventure issued when one initiates a random trip to a skate park? How can I possibly describe this phenome---
WAITERBOT: Go fuck yourself, Charles.
MEANWHILE...
HSSXXLLLO: Jet, this is so awesome! Internet video chatting! We're so modern!
JET: I can seeeee you!
HSSXXLLLO: I can see you too, Jet!
ROBOCLOWN: Hssxxlllo, we should probably head down to the LEGO Advent Calendar soon. It's getting late.
HSSXXLLLO: Not now, Roboclown! I'm video chatting with Jet!
ROBOCLOWN: Huh? You mean the apple juice guy from yesterday?
HSSXXLLLO: I knew you thought he was a one-off!
HSSXXLLLO: Say hi to Roboclown, Jet!
JET: Hi Roboclown! Long time no see!
HSSXXLLLO: Isn't Jet great?
WAITERBOT: So what's this now? Are those two fucking?
ROBOCLOWN: I...I'm really not sure.
WAITERBOT: Well, I'll tell you, I always had a sneaking suspicion that Hssxxlllo wanted to do Kuse.
WAITERBOT: If you can't pry that idiot away from the computer, I'm going to go grab today's LEGO gift myself. And you know the rules: If I open it, it's mine.
ROBOCLOWN: Normally I'd argue that point, but given the circumstances, it's probably for the best. Just watch your step on the way out.
WAITERBOT: Why would I watch my--
GO FUCK YOURSELF, CHARLES
WAITERBOT: Gah, that blasted snowman! I will kill him for this!
ROBOCLOWN: I told him not to leave his skateboard laying around the house. He responded by humming.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Don't tell me that you're blaming me for this?!
ROBOCLOWN: We've got perfectly applicable storage devices all over the place...there's really no reason to leave your skateboard in the middle of the floor.
MISTA SNOWMAN: It's a conversational piece! It needs to be dead center! And you're missing one of your novelty clown shoes!
ROBOCLOWN: Huh? What the fuck, where did my other shoe go?
MISTA SNOWMAN: To paaaaaarrrttsss unnnnknoooowwwwn!
WAITERBOT: Guys, I seriously think my back is broken. That's not a punchline. I really think it's broken.
MEANWHILE...
LATER!
HSSXXLLLO: Jet, this is so incredible! Thank God you have a computer over there!
JET: I know, right?!
JET: So what are you doing right now?
HSSXXLLLO: I'm drinking the rest of that apple juice you gave me!
JET: Oh my God...I am too!
ZACK: Hey Jet, sorry to interrupt. I know you don't really work here, but we're backed up out the wazoo and I could really use some help.
JET: Huh? What do you need me to do, Zack?
ZACK: Just need help with the incoming customers. I'm totally swamped with paperwork.
JET: Kay, no prob, let me just say goodnight to Hssxxlllo.
JET: Hssxxlllo, ironically enough, I'm named Jet, and now I have to jet.
HSSXXLLLO: Haha! I heard everything, no worries! Have a great night!
JET: You too! We'll talk tomorrow.
JET: All set. What do you need me to do first?
ZACK: Start with those two. They're going to need boards and helmets. Make sure they sign the waivers and everything first.
CLAIRE: Well, this place doesn't look so bad. There's some graffiti, at least. Graffiti is evil, right?
HARE: Let's call a spade a spade, Claire. Coming here was a horrible decision. With the money we've spent, we could've gone to Disney World and really had some...uh...some...
CLAIRE: Finish the thought! Finish the damned thought! I can't fucking stand it when you do this!
HARE: Quiet, Claire! I smell something. Something awfully...familiar.
CLAIRE: What do you mean, "familiar?"
HARE: I think you know very well what I mean, sister.
CLAIRE: Are you saying...?
HARE: Yes, I'm saying. They've been here.
HARE: ....
CLAIRE: ....
CLAIRE: Oh Hare, I've been so bored these past few months. It's so great to be on vacation with you.
HARE: I concur. To the dark deity that I sacrificed so many goats to before we left home, we owe our thanks.
