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