- {♪ 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}