- Gordon: I'm afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our tiny paws. I mean it's not like we can dress up as girls and crash the party.
- Mr. Blik: Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!
- Waffle: Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*!
- [giggles giddily]
- Mr. Blik: Gordon, bag of bees.
- Gordon: Aye, bag of bees.
- [Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and sticks it on Waffle's head]
- Waffle: Hello, bees, how are you?
- [Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle screaming in pain]
- Waffle: Yeah! Well, maybe this storm makes me up? Maybe there's a dog family missing me. Maybe some brokenhearted dog mama is crying for her Waffle.