- {♪ rock and roll guitar music}
- {Boog mumbling in truck}

♪ <i>IF YOU GO OUT OF THE WOODS,
TODAY,</i> ♪

♪ <i>THERE'S GONNA... {hiccups}
BE SOME FRIES</i> ♪♪

{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 <i>NOT</i> 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 <i>NOT</i> HIS MOTHER.
- I'M NOT MOTHERING HIM.

- {tapping on glass}
- EXCUSE ME. GO TO BED, BOOG!

{vomits}