- [first lines]
- Terrence: Feathers! Lollichop!
- Lollichop: Oh, what's bothering you now, Terrence?
- Terrence: This is no time for a tea party! Uncle Amos is telling the story! Come on, or we'll miss it!
- Feathers: Oh, it's always hurry, hurry, hurry with you.
- Cotton: Yeah. Turtles are supposed to take it easy.
- Terrence: But Cotton, Uncle Amos is telling the story!
- Cotton: You mean *the* story? Well, why didn't you say so? Let's go!
- Uncle Amos Egg: Peter Paas, a usual baby, was not. You see, usuals have to grow a whole twelve months before they are a year old. Peter grew a year every month. So on his first birthday, he was twelve years already, and such a big twelve. Such power, such a worker, and such joy. The more he heard laughter, the stronger up he grows.
- Uncle Amos Egg: With the animals, he had a special bond.
- Peter Paas: Ah, it's nothing very special. Animals and humans are all the same. A few clothes and a name, and you'll all be folks. Same as Mama and Papa Doppler. Why, sure.
- Terrence: We'll raise that money somehow.
- Feathers: How? We'd have to sell thousands, and thousands, and thousands of eggs!
- Peter Paas: I know a way if you'll all help.
- Lollichop: I'll help. I'll do it all by myself.
- Cotton: We'll all help.
- Peter Paas: First, we gotta go to a place I know.
- Terrence: Fireworks?
- Cotton: No. A Falling star.
- Lollichop: It's a message from his mama.
- Peter Paas: It's a contract. An egg contract. A contract to supply colored eggs to the Easter Rabbit himself.
- Cotton: You know the Easter Bunny?
- Peter Paas: Well, who do you think carried me to the Dopplers a year ago tonight?
- Feathers: We'll be able to pay Tinwhiskers!
- Lollichop: Why? Will the Easter Bunny buy lots of eggs?
- Terrence: Lots? He'll buy thousands, and thousands, and thousands!
- King Bossie: Thousands, and thousands, and thousands? Well, uh... I guess, I mean, uh... no problem. No problem at all.
- Queen Bessie: Maybe not for you, dear. I'll have to talk to the ladies.
- Peter Paas: Glad to see you, Farmer Tinwhiskers. Here's this year's payment.
- Tobias Tinwhiskers: What? It's all here! You... you... If you don't make next year's payment, you lose farm.
- Peter Paas: We'll make it. We have the egg contract.
- Tobias Tinwhiskers: I don't get egg contract! I am better farmer than you!
- Peter Paas: Well, some folks think differently, I guess.
- Tobias Tinwhiskers: I prove! I challenge you to plowing contest tomorrow at dawn in my south footing! Bring plow!
- Mother Nature: The cure for Peter's sleep sleeps itself. Within this, I now hold. When this hatches, that which bursts from inside will awaken him.
- Cotton: What's inside, ma'am?
- Mother Nature: You will see only when it hatches.
- Uncle Amos Egg: All the night through, they took the eggs from the storage bins out, put them a pile into. Hard work. Only two jobs is harder even, so who can blame Terrance for forty weeks catching?
- Uncle Amos Egg: Such a celebration! For the belly, feasting. For the heart, loving. For the soul, laughing. Even Tinwhiskers laughed himself from the well up somewhat rusted, and wonderment of wonderments, the magic of laughter showed him that under it all, he was still Tobias Toot.