'Humongous Games - It's a Senior Adventure'
Spy Fox in End of the Line
FOX: You know, back when I was a secret agent from SPY Corp, I did lots of dangerous stunts. Did you know I singlehandedly stopped a poodle from depleting the ozone layer by spraying a satellite-sized can of aerosol hairspray?
PENNY: That’s nice, Fox. Did you remember to take your pills today?
FOX: Ah, that’s right. I need to get my new spy gadgets from the spy vending machine. Aha! The SPY Pills. How do these work, Professor Quack?
QUACK: Ah, those are my new and improved Super SPY Pills! You take two of them with water every morning and evening, and it removes all of the aches, pains, and deterioration that come with age.
FOX: Ingenious, Quack! And is this going to stop William the Kid from stealing all the world’s cow milk?
PENNY: Fox, William the Kid has been dead for over 40 years.
FOX: And a job well done, then. I guess I should check the spy vending machine for some new gadgets then. Aha! The SPY Pills. How do these work, Professor Quack?
QUACK: Ah, those are my new and improved Super SPY Pills!
BEA: Sorry to interrupt, huns. I just came in to remind you all that bingo night is starting in five minutes. If there’s anything I can get you dumb-dumbs, like for example, Dum-Dums, just let me know.
FOX: Who was that, Quack?
QUACK: I have never seen that lady before in my life.
FOX: I heard an enemy spy is playing bingo tonight. If only I had a gadget that could let me sneak in there like swimwear without being detected.
PENNY: You don’t need to be undetected.
FOX: But I do. All those old ladies in there can’t resist my charms
QUACK: What charms?
FOX: The charms I’ve gotten with age. Look at my set of fur, it’s a beautiful grey now. I’m practically a silver fox.
Pajama Sam: No Time to Play when There’s Bills to Pay
SAM: Oh no! The evil Doctor Junkmail has intruded into my secret lair! Well, joke’s on you. I have my super ultra titanic katana letter opener, patent pending, and I’ll slice you all half! Hiya!
MOM: Saaaam! Have you scheduled any of those job interviews I asked you to apply to?
SAM: Drat, that’s right! I still need to apply for a job to keep my secret identity in line. But how can I do that when there’s evil afoot?
MOM: The only evil you need to be worrying about is the rent you need to pay next week. I can’t believe you’re 36 and you still carry around that stupid red blanket.
SAM: It’s not a red blanket, mom! It’s my Pajama Sam cape! I can’t go out fighting crime without it!
CARROT: Hey, Sam! Why don’t you revolt against the matriarchy and set up an anarchist state like I have? You don’t gotta follow rules from anybody but yourself.
SAM: Carrot! You’re right! I need to… Wait, what was that sound? It’s coming… from the… MAILSLOT! AAAAHHHHH!
SINGERS: Call in Pajama Sam!
SAM: Oof! I must have fallen into a world of letters and bills everywhere! It’s gonna take ages to sort through all these and respond to them. I bet the evil Doctor Junkmail is behind this
Putt-Putt Goes to the Shop
PUTT-PUTT: Wowie zowie! Hey, Pep III, guess what?! I’ve finally hit 300,000 miles on my odometer! You know what that means?!
PEP: [barks]
PUTT-PUTT: That’s right! I get to see Mr. Firebird at the shop and he’s going to give me all kinds of advice and recommendations for how I can run even better! The race is in town tomorrow, and I sure don’t want to miss it!
PEP: [barks]
PUTT-PUTT: But before I go, I better take this can of oil and this crowbar. I’ve used these on all my adventures before, so who knows? Maybe it’ll come in handy!
PUTT-PUTT: Hi, Mr. Baldini! Wow, these fruits look delicious!
BALDINI: Hey, Putt-Putt, you know you’re leaking grease and oil everywhere on my fresh produce right?
PUTT-PUTT: Sorry, Mr. Baldini, but I don’t have time to chat. I’m going to see Mr. Firebird for my regular servicing!
BALDINI: Good riddance!
PUTT-PUTT: Hi Mr. Firebird! Boy, you don’t look a day over 30!
FIREBIRD: That’s because I perfected my time machine technology and made it so I will never age! What can I do for you, Putt-Putt? And more importantly, how did you get past my lasers and security guards?
PUTT-PUTT: I just hit 300k miles!
FIREBIRD: Amazing, Putt-Putt! That’s not something you should be celebrating! Let’s check in here, and… oh dear!
PUTT-PUTT: What is it, Mr. Firebird?
FIREBIRD: It looks like your timing belt is completely ruined, your ball joints are practically gone, and both of your headlights are irreplaceably damaged.
PUTT-PUTT: Wowie zowie! That sounds like a lot of fun words you just used! So that means I’m free to go to the race tomorrow?
FIREBIRD: Putt-Putt, the way I see it, you’re lucky if you don’t completely fall apart by the time you get back home.
PUTT-PUTT: Wow! That sounds great! I’ll be the luckiest car in Car Town! Thanks Mr. Firebird!
PEP: [barks]
FIREBIRD: Putt-Putt, wait, that’s not what I—and he’s gone.
PUTT-PUTT: Wowie zowie, Pep III! This is the best day ever! And look in that pond there! Look at those fish! They’re so funny, swimming upside down on the surface like that!
LUTHER: F-Freddi? …Freddi?!