- {♪ rock and roll guitar music}
- {Boog mumbling in truck}
♪ IF YOU GO OUT OF THE WOODS,
TODAY, ♪
♪ THERE'S GONNA... {hiccups}
BE SOME FRIES ♪♪
{chuckles}
EH, AND THE GIRAFFES TASTE
ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE THEM
ELEPHANTS, THAT'S MESSED UP.
- {thud}
- HEY, GORDY!
{Boog} HUH?
UH-UH! BACK UP QUICK, BEFORE
SHE SEES ME.
- {thud}
- {Boog} AHH! OH!
- YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE, MISTER.
- SHH, SHH.
- {thud}
- OW! OOH.
{gasps} YOU KNOW WHAT SUGAR
DOES TO YOU, BOOG.
- {door closes}
- STRAIGHT TO BED, NOW!
I AM SO SORRY, IT'S MY FAULT IT
WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
- {Boog roars}
- WHAT IF HE HAD HURT SOMEONE?
GORDY, PLEASE. WE'RE TALKING
ABOUT BOOG, HERE.
HEY! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
I TOLD YOU NOT TO WAIT UP.
- {tired growl}
- {Gordy} PUT IT ALL AWAY.
{Beth} NO, NO, NO. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.
I MEAN, IT'S NOT MY FAULT. I TRIED TO
TEACH HIM THE BASS--
{Boog} ALL YOU COULD--
{mumbles gibberish}
I TOOK HIM FISHING, BUT HE DIDN'T
WANT TO GET WET.
- {Boog growls}
- {door closes}
- GORDY, PLEASE.
- {Boog growling}
{Boog} BOOG IS SORRY. {cries}
- BETH, YOU'RE NOT HIS MOTHER.
- I'M NOT MOTHERING HIM.
- {tapping on glass}
- EXCUSE ME. GO TO BED, BOOG!
{vomits}