Towelie is definitely the most… addicted towel we’ve ever seen here. He’s probably the second most psychologically damaged towel I’ve come across since treating Kirstie Alley’s towel, which has seen some *shivers* nasty stuff.
“Why are you putting a sombrero on a beaver?”
*Robotic hand places sombrero on beaver’s head and the animal blows up*
“I think you’ve got your answer.”
*C.C. extends her hand out to shake Sharri Lewis’ hand who is holding Lambchop*
“Hi, Ms Lewis, I’m C.C. Babcock.”
*Lambchop suddenly starts screaming in horror and C.C. jumps back in shock. Sharri then covers the puppet’s mouth and lets go and she continues screaming*
“What did I do?!”
*Fran pulls C.C. away*
“Your coat.”
“What about it?”
“New Zealand lamb?!”
“So?”
“Maybe she had people over there!”
“Take. It. Off!”
“Three words she doesn’t hear that often.”
‘YOU’RE LETTING ME GO???’ ‘Kirk, crackers are a family food. Happy families. Maybe single people eat crackers, we don’t know. Frankly, we don’t want to know. It’s a market we could do without.’
‘So that’s it after 20 years? So long, good luck?’ ‘I don’t recall saying good luck.’
“Oh hello Miss Chop, Im Fran Fine and I must tell you I’ve been a fan of yours ever since I was a little girl.”
“Ever since you were-?”
*Lambchop starts laughing hysterically*
“That is unpossible! I’m only six.”
“Oh come on, I used to watch you on my black and white t-“
“I’m only six!”
“Oh I get it. That’s okay. My mother counts in lamb years too!”
Dear, God. This is Marge Simpson. If you stop this hurricane and save our family, we will be forever grateful and recommend you to all our friends. So if you could find it in your infinite wisdom to-
