MSTtale3k Mitchell(a unfinished ep for it maybe a part 1 depends on it and plus it just transcripted even if unfinished)

Frisk: Hi everybody, welcome to the Satellite of friendship, I’m frisk friskinson… oh, look, here comes Papyrus Servo, sans T. Skelebot.

Sans: Hello.

Papyrus: Evening.

frisk: Hey, come on up here you guys, I wanna show you this toothpick sculpture I’ve been working on for the last three years.

papyrus: You’ve been working three years on THAT?

frisk: Well, yeah, nights, ‘n weekends…

sans: ..not very good…

papy: Shh!

sans: I mean, uh, what is it?

frisk: It’s a scale reproduction model of Monticello rendered in toothpick! I got the idea off the nickel, see?

papyrus: It’s beautiful… where’d you get all the toothpicks?

Frisk: What, are you kidding? We’re on a spaceship, this place is crawling with toothpicks.

sans: Uh, well, it really is cool, frisk… of course, you realize we’ll have to break it.

papyrus: It’s nothing personal, you understand, it’s just a thing…we…have…to do.

frisk: Okay.

sans and papyrus: Huhhh?

frisk: Sure, go ahead, that’s why I made it, smash away.

sans: Awwww….

papyrus: No, no, no, frisk, you’re ruining it for me!

[papyrus leaves]

sans: Yeah, I feel dirty.

[sasns leaves]

MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign in five seconds.

Frisk: Sure seems like a waste, it being all toothpicky and fragile and all.

MAGIC VOICE/asgore: Commercial sign now.

[commercial sign button flashes]

Frisk: I’m just gonna leave it here, unattended, to dry… ah, we’ll be right back.

[papyrus and sans scream as they ENTER and attack sculpture.]



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68RQHfcxxZM (commercial)



frisk: So how was it for you?

papyrus: Well, as far as breakin’ stuff goes, it was good, but not great.

sans: Yeah, not as good as that ceramic bell collection.

frisk: Oh, Mellevitz and associates are calling.

[frisk presses mad scientist call button]



chara: Okay, and this?

alphys: Oh, let me see… oh, heh heh heh! That’s my old manga! Heh hmm hmm! Just file it under alphys’s manga collection, okay?

chara: Right.

alphys: Oh, hi, frisk… look, we’re way too busy to even do an invention this week. [whispered] We’re being audited. [normal voice] You go right ahead, though.



[frisk swings zebra-striped stool into view.]

sans: it’s a daktari stool!

[sans and papyrus giggle]

frisk: What do you think, sirs?



alphys: Daktari Stool?… whatever. Anyway, frisk, it’s a madhouse down here. Uh, we’re being audited by the fraternal order of mad science, you know, one of those 'Are You Really Mad Enough’ sort of things…

chara: Alphys??

alphys: What?

chara: Three Jarevic-Sevens. (????)

alphys: Put 'em in the junk drawer! Jeez, didn’t the temp agency test you on any of this stuff??

chara: Well, I’m a little off my game! I’m not normally required to wear a [CLANK] leg iron like this! Say, what is the deal with this guy and those cute robots?

alphys: Listen, mister four-dollars-and-twenty-five-cents-an-hour! You stick with the boxes, and I’ll handle the experiment, is that all right with you??

DR. G: Alphys, can I see you a minute?

Alphys: Sure thing, Doctor G! [low voice] Say, Steve, this temp stuff is working out great, don’t you think?

DR. G: We’ll I’m sure glad your friend is working out so nicely, Alphys. [loud voice] Now what about sending frisk the movie, ya boob!

Alphys: O-Oh, the movie, the movie, the movie… [checks pockets]

DR. G: Oh, for the love of …

[alphys and DR. Gaster search through box, tossing stuff out]

DR. G: Oh, Alphys, look, remember? The double-butt graft. My science project from Evil Oh’s(?). I grafted the butt of a dog onto the butt of a temmie. Sure, they all laughed…

Alphys: Doctor G, the movie!

DR. G: Oh, right, uhhhh… [Chara hands him the movie]…here it is. Mitchell, starring Joe Don Baker.

Chara: You guys watch Joe Don Baker movies?

Alphys: Oh, look, just get back to work, Temp-Boy!

DR. G: Well, here it comes Frisk… MITCHELL! It’s a super secret spy, has a motorcycle, marooned in space, meets Hercules…or not…uhhhh…watch it and weep, Frisk Prole Mole! Send him the movie, Frank. [Alphys waves Chara away frantically] …the movie??

[Alphys sends Frisk the movie]



Frisk: I like the way you used…[garbled]

Frisk, PAPYRUS, AND sans: Movie sign, oh, we’ve got movie sign! [Frisk tosses the Daktari Stool in the air]



6-5-4-3-2-1



[Frisk, PAPYRUS and sans enter theater]

[screen says AN ESSEX ENTERPRISES LTD production]

sans: Hey, look, a sex film!

[title scrolls across screen, Terminator style]

papyrus: Mittens? There’s an action film called Mittens?

sans: Joe Don Baker _is_ Mittens! He’s a cop!

papyrus: Mithril? Oh, wait, it’s Mitchell!

sans: Oh, the Martha Mitchell story!

papyrus: Joe Don Baker _is_ Martha Mitchell!

[screen fades into blurry picture of Mitchell]

sans: it’s bigfoot!

papyrus: Who’s the puffy guy who’s the big leery sex machine?

sans and frisk: Mitchell!

Papyrus: That Mitchell is one faaaaat…

Sans: shut yo’ mouth!

papyrus: Just talkin’ bout Mitchell!

sans: Looks like Grendel!

frisk: Hey, Linda Evans, that was her Pre-Yanni days.

papyrus: Before her face was pulled taut.

frisk: Looks kinda like a slow-motion sneeze…?

sans: [looking at credits] Yeah, here’s your loser actor bouquet!

papyrus: Any movie with wocka-chi-wocka in it is okay by me.

[sans and frisk say “wocka-chicka-wocka” like a 70’s guitar in the background]

papyurs: [singing] It was the third of September! A day I’ll always remember!

sans: Never corner a Mitchell! See how he reacts?

frisk: Looks like he’s doing a Nixon, or…

papyrus: Looks like a middle aged Chucky.

sans: Looks like the Wrathful Buddha.

papyrus: Looks like the Moon in _A Trip to the Moon._

frisk: [as Mitchell] Man, I can’t get my arms down.

sans: Now he looks like a smallmouth bass!

papyrus: Heh…now he looks like he’s in a wind tunnel!

frisk: Ummm…maybe he’s doing Tai Chi or something.

sans: Mitchell’s on a corner!

[screen goes black]



SCENE 1

frisk, papyrus and sans: Mitchell!

[pan over a house]

papyrus: Eeeeegaaaah!

sans: Stim-low. [???]

frisk: [cupping hands to mouth] Watch out for snakes!

papyrus: [smug advertisement voice] We’ve hidden Mitchell somewhere in this picture.

sans: [50’s game show host voice] Mitchell, will you stand up, please.

frisk: [singing] The lunatic is on the grass…

[someone climbs over a fence]

papyrus: Johnny Nash breaks into a suburban home.

sans: Mitchell.

frisk: Hey, it’s one of the kinds from Fame!

papyrus: Which one?

frisk: Any of 'em.

sans: Johnny Mathis!

papyrus: [singing in Johnny Mathis voice] It’s not fooor me to saaaay…



SCENE 2

[huge 70’s car going down busy street]

frisk: The Green Hornet.

BRUNETTE WOMAN: This little thing, she can’t be more than sixteen. Every

time she give me a manicure, she tells me she’s having a different affair. And

she tells me everything. I mean, all the real hot and juicy details. I can’t even keep

my fingers still.

sans: Must be a faculty meeting.

DEANY: Shut up. I’m thinking.



SCENE 3

[JOHNNY MATHIS breaks into house through a window.]

frisk: Uh, it’s open!

sans: Looks like he’s breaking out of his house.

frisk: Al Noga?

papyrus: Still Johnny Mathis.

[JOHNNY MATHIS closes door behind him.]

sans: Oh, yeah, close it and lock it. You don’t want anyone coming in.



SCENE 4:

[same car, going down busy street toward house.]

sans: Dr. Detroit.

frisk: With songs by Devo! Cutting Crew! and Haircut 100!



SCENE 5:

[JOHNNY MATHIS puts expensive-looking spoons in his bag.]

papyrus: [singing in Johnny Mathis voice] I saaay to myself it’s wonderful…

frisk: A picture of Moe Connely?

papyrus: No, not the limited edition Star Trek collector plates!

[JOHNNY MATHIS shines flashlight over guns high above his head in display case]

frisk: Heeeey…Lucas McCane lives here!



SCENE 6:

[car pulls into driveway.]

sans: They’re on a collision course to wackiness! Hu-Hyuh!

[guests get out of car]

papyrus: All right, last call, drink 'em up… Hic!

sans: Let’s not talk.



SCENE 7:

[JOHNNY MATHIS shines flashlight over television.]

frisk: Hey! Oh, a Goldstar.



SCENE 8:

[DEANY leads guests into house.]

papyrus: Fluon, please (???)

sans: Should I tell her?

DEANY: Ladies, you know where everything is! I want you to exercise the botpapyrusless limits of your imagination. Surprise me! The way you always do. Come on, Don, let’s get some juice.

frisk: Heh… I might be able to kiss her tonight, you know.

BLONDE WOMAN: What the hell does he think I am, an acrobat?

sans: And, she’s an acrobat, Ted!

[DEANY and DON stop suddenly. DEANY sees a flashlight in the next room.]

papyrus: Santa??

frisk: Wait a minute, I think maybe the Snoop Sisters are in there!

sans: Ah, I’m gonna get a series before Stuart Margelin.

[scene reveals Johnny Mathis character]

papyrus: Johnny Mathis! All right, get my gun!

frisk: Oh, you know, it’s not often you see Johnny Mathis in the wild.

papyrus: Let’s see, some clean underwear…

sans: See, a Gunderoo!

[JOHN takes gun out of top drawer]

frisk: Pssst! Don’t shoot me, the burglar!

[the two women peek out]

sans: [woman voice] So, are we gonna play Bridge?

DEANY: [whispered] We got another fish to hunt!

DON: [whispered] I’m gonna call the police.

DEANY: [whispered] No, wait!

DON: [whispering something]

DEANY: Shhhh!

[DEANY pushes a button on the wall]

frisk: Uh, hello, this is Carlton, your doorman?

[wooden door shuts on JOHNNY MATHIS]

sans: Cedar lattice, works every time.

papyrus: [singing in Johnny Mathis voice] Chances are…huh?

[JOHNNY MATHIS looks up]

[JOHNNY MATHIS walks toward doorway with flashlight]

frisk: If that’s John Saxon, I’m dead.

[cut to the two women]

papyrus: [women voice] So, are we, like, bait?

[JOHNNY walks up to cedar lattice]

sans: We’re closed!

[JOHNNY runs back]

papyrus: Maaaybe I should get back to work.

DEANY: HEY!

frisk: WHAT?

[JOHNNY MATHIS turns, DEANY fires, JOHNNY falls]

frisk: OH!

[DEANY smiles through lattice]



SCENE 9:

[police car speeds down same busy street]

papyrus: Meanwhile, on an Adam-12 episode, not far away…

[cut to interior of police car, police radio is emitting unintelligible, tinny audio,

MITCHELL is sleeping in the back seat, two policemen are in front]

frisk: Our hero, ladies and gentleman, right here. [applauds]

sans: He he huh huh!

[policeman talks into radio, starts siren, wakes Mitchell]

sans: Uhhh…just five more minutes…



SCENE 10:

[car pulls into driveway]

papyrus: Mitchell, honey, we’re home, put your shoes on.

POLICEMAN 1: Well, private enterprise beat us to it, huh?

frisk: Hello, public sector!

PRIVATE POLICEMAN 1: Hey, whaddya say, Jimmy?

POLICEMAN 2: Hey, papyrus.

POLICEMAN 1: Where’s the body?

PRIVATE POLICEMAN 1: In the den.

papyrus: (fruity voice) We posed him.

PRIVATE POLICEMAN 1: You gonna need us around here?

POLICEMAN 1: Nah, that’s okay, thanks.

PRIVATE POLICEMAN 1: We’ll take off then. He’s all yours.

POLICEMAN 1: Sure.

sans: Aahhh, rent-a-cops, private enterprise…why don’t you go back to the mall?!

POLICEMAN 1: Hey, you coming, Mitchell?

MITCHELL: Yeah…

papyrus: Got any moist towlettes, rags, toilet papers?

frisk: C'mon, Mr. “Two Years from Eye Shy,” c'mon.

DEANY: I’m Walter Deany, officer, just come this way. Looks like one of those wetbacks…

frisk, papyrus and sans: HEY!

DEANY: (obscured)…wall, pulled a gun from my gun-rack, fortunately I got to another gun sooner.

frisk: Huh, smart.

DEANY: He grabbed that Colt. I had no choice, I had to shoot him.

sans: Well, you’re rich and white, I don’t see a problem with it.

[they stand over body]

POLICEMAN 2: Pretty clean job.

frisk: Come on, it’s fun!

papyrus: [Mitchell voice] You got a sofa I can stretch out on for a little while?

sans: [Mitchell voice] Oh. There’s the body.

frisk: Hey, here, watch what happens when I step on his abdomen. [makes squishing noise]

[Mitchell whips out small plastic bag]

papyrus: I think he’s gonna need a bigger body bag than that…

[Mitchell puts gun in bag]

MITCHELL: All those guns loaded?

DEANY: Some of 'em. Not always sure which.

sans: They’re randomly loaded. It’s a little game I play.

papyrus: All your guests loaded?

[guests leave]

MITCHELL: Your guests are leaving.

DEANY: Party’s over.

papyrus: [singing] Time to call it a daaaay…

MITCHELL [something] leave?

DEANY: I did.

MITCHELL: There’s a police investigation going on here.

frisk: Oh, there is? I thought there was just a big slob walking around my house.

[Mitchell leaves quickly with gun in bag]

sans: Where’s the john? I’m gonna flush this.

DEANY: One of those guests has to be at his desk at eight in the morning. He’s an important person. The secretary will give you their names and addresses.

papyrus: And disavow any knowledge of their actions.

[Mitchell pushes button to close gate before guests can leave]

frisk: Man, he’s good.

[Mitchell runs out toward guest’s car]

papyrus: Mitchell! Pardon me! Mitchell!

[Mitchell bangs on car’s window]

sans: Hey, can I have a scotch?

BRUNETTE WOMAN: What’s your name?

MITCHELL: Mitchell.

papyrus: Hi!

MITCHELL: What’s yours?



Scene 11:

[cut to Deany, talking to someone on red phone]

DEANY: Well find him, wherever he is! And raise Alex, will ya?

frisk: Look, he’s talking to Commissioner Gordon.

DEANY: And get a hold of Mastretta. Tell him to talk to Gelano.



Scene 12:

[Detectives are taping up dead body and taking pictures]

papyrus: Okay, sleeve length 34, 36 inch outseam, and a 32 inch inseam!

[policeman comes into view]

sans: Orson Bean! He’s a cop!

[shot of Deany]

papyrus: I told Mastretta to talk to Gelano…I think.

[Mitchell loads and unloads gun]



Scene 13:

[inside POLICE CHIEF’s office in police station]

POLICE CHIEF: Mitchell?

frisk: What??

POLICE CHIEF: People don’t like you. In fact, I don’t care for you myself. Why is that?

sans: Perhaps our brief, but bitter affair.

POLICE CHIEF: You refuse to sign this report. Why?

frisk: Duh, I’m still on the first question.

POLICE CHIEF: What kind of policeman are you, anyway? What are you gonna do, file a separate report?

MITCHELL: I don’t know.

POLICE CHIEF: What _do_ you know?

papyrus: I don’t know.

MITCHELL: None of Deany’s other guns were loaded. Now, the collection’s way up high on the wall. The burglar, he only looks to be about 5-4 is all.

POLICE CHIEF: So, what does that prove?

MITCHELL: If Deany’s lying, he’s not gonna get away with it.

[police chief gets up]

sans: Come over there!

POLICE CHIEF: You’re gonna get me mad, Mitchell, and when that happens, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes! Now, get out!

MITCHELL: Right.

frisk: Mitchell’s a sensible cop!

POLICE CHIEF: Bead Aldrich. Lieutenant assigned him for you. And remember, don’t you dare go near Deany. You forget about him.

[MITCHELL leaves office, camera pans over to booking desk, policeman have a short white man with dark glasses in custody]

papyrus: They arrested Harlan Ellison!

frisk: Good.

[MITCHELL enters another office]

LIEUTENANT: Come in, Mitchell! Take a seat.

sans: Mom said no, huh? So you come to me, the nice cop.

frisk: Wait, he sounds and smells like William Conrad!

LIEUTENANT: Chief Town has ordered the surveillance of a man called James Arthur Cummings.

MITCHELL: James Arthur Cummings.

LIEUTENANT: Yeah, ya heard of him?

MITCHELL: No.

LIEUTENANT: It’s a 24 hour surveillance, and I want you to stay with him, until A., you bug him enough that he cracks, or B., he comes up with some kind of statement or incriminates himself concerning a crime in Mexico.

sans: Or C., you get drunk and pass out again!

MITCHELL: Okay, who do I get?

LIEUTENANT: You get nobody.

MITCHELL: Huh?

LIEUTENANT: No-body.

MITCHELL: What do I do for sleeping, how about eating?

LIEUTENANT: Nothing’s gonna happen in the middle of the night.

MITCHELL: Awwww…

papyrus: I wanna eat!

LIEUTENANT: You got a 6 hour shut-eye from midnight 'til 6 AM.

frisk: But eating!

LIEUTENANT: Now Mitchell - those are Palin’s orders. [picks up phone]

You wanna call him? See Tigseye. (???) He’ll take you to Cummings’ place.



Scene 14:

Stakeout Scene

[TIGSEYE is dropping off MITCHELL at the stakeout.]

TIGSEYE: Import-export of stolen merchandise. That is Cummings’ big scene. This week it’s a big heroin hijack comes out of Mexico. Kilo. Full kilo, that’s two million bucks. It may be Palin’s idea of a joke, but leaning on Cummings is no joke, my friend. No-one leans on Cummings, 'cause he stamps on people. And he’s got a big shoe.

MITCHELL: Let me ask you something.

papyrus: Who are you?

TIGSEYE: Yeah.

MITCHELL: If Palin gave you this job of leaning on Cummings, would you say he was giving you a good assignment?

[TIGSEYE’s got his thumb in his mouth]

frisk: Oh, don’t suck, honey.

TIGSEYE: I’d say that he was quietly shipping you out of the way.

MITCHELL: I’ll get 'em both. Deany and Cummings.

TIGSEYE: No way. You don’t get neither.

MITCHELL: That’s what Palin thinks, right?

TIGSEYE: Right.

MITCHELL: Wrong.

[MITCHELL begins to exit the car]

sans: Excuse me, I don’t feel good at all! [gag]

frisk: Hey man, thanks for driving me to my car, nice to have it pre-parked at the stakeout, see ya!

papyrus: [clears throat] [sings] don’t be discouraged… the man [garbled]

[MITCHELL reaches in pocket for keys]

sans: Whoah, don’t do that! Uhhuh! Whew!



Scene 15:

Cummings’ place

[MITCHELL drives his car to Cummings’ place and gets out of car]

papyrus: Mitchell!

[MERLIN the butler gets out of Cummings’ car, he wears a funny cap]

frisk: Andy Capp?

papyrus: [British voice] Boy, Flo’s gonna be really mad, I’m drunk again…

[MITCHELL runs up toward driveway]

sans: Gasp…gasp…wheeze…

[MERLIN lets Cummings out of car]

[MITCHELL runs after him]

MITCHELL: Mr. Cummings!

frisk: Stop or my heart’ll explode!

MITCHELL: Cummings! Ah, Mitchell, police department?

CUMMINGS: [garbled] not due till January, son.

MITCHELL: Ah, Mr. Cummings.

CUMMINGS: Make an appointment, son! Have your chief give me a ring.

MITCHELL: Mr. Cummings?

MERLIN: [pointing at Mitchell] No salesman at this entrance.

papyrus: But I’m not a salesman! I’m the chubby blue line!

sans: As an actor, Merlin Olsen hadn’t found his instrument yet.

[MITCHELL gets back into car]

papyrus: Gasp…gasp…wheeze…

[MITCHELL lights up cigarette, flame is huge for a second, Mitchell flinches]

sans: Whoa-ho! The thing with the deal-o…

[MITCHELL reaches for his ashtray, filled with cigarette butts]

frisk: Think there’s a potato cake in here or something…

[MERLIN frowns, looks out at Mitchell]

papyrus: He seems down. I’ll send him a pick-me-up bouquet.

[MITCHELL opens door, dumps ashtray in the street]

sans: Somewhere, an Indian is crying…

[MERLIN goes back into house, looking back, angry]

frisk: Duh, I’m gonna call Ladybird Johnson.

[MITCHELL’s sitting in the driver’s seat, eyes closed]

sans: [snoring noise]

[CUMMINGS appears at the window]

papyrus: Fluffernutter! Uh!

CUMMINGS: All right now, what do you want?

MITCHELL: I’ve got some questions.

CUMMINGS: No questions.

MITCHELL: What do you know about a man named Mastretta, and some heroin hijacked down in Mexico?

CUMMINGS: Heroin?!

MITCHELL: In Port-a-Baca Mexico [port of the cow?], about a kilo, was in a truck, ambushed, hijacked, you know.

CUMMINGS: Look, Mitchell…

sans: I’m King Hussein!

CUMMINGS: …This is Los Angeles, California. I don’t know anything about any heroin, or somebody’s got his wires crossed.

MITCHELL: Oh…

frisk: We’re not in New York?!

MITCHELL: Well, I’ve been told to watch you, Mr. Cummings, so I guess that’s what I’m gonna do.

CUMMINGS: Let me give you some advice, son…

MITCHELL: Yes, sir.

CUMMINGS: Watch out for falling rocks.

[CUMMINGS leaves]

papyrus: Uh, okay. Say, you got any burgers or something in there?

frisk: Man, I’m constantly confused.

[MITCHELL looks up in jest]

papyrus: Watch out for falling rocks, huh? Stupid.

RADIO: And that was the midnight edition of the news, on KKRO.

sans: Hey, sans Radio!

frisk: Good night, John Boy.

sans: Falling rocks, I just don’t get it.

[car pulls out, lights are off]

frisk: Lights! Your lights!!

[shot pans far right to show CUMMINGS watching him drive off, he is frowning]

papyrus: I miss him. [sniff]

frisk: Well, almost time for Silk Stalkings.

[CUMMINGS picks up the phone]

sans: Hi, Larry, I love your show!

CUMMINGS: Cummings. Get me Mastretta.

[NOTE: frisk does a series of garbled telephone responses, these are kind of hard to understand and meant to be that way]

frisk: [completely garbled]

CUMMINGS: Mastretta, what’s this about a load of merchandise I’m supposed to be shipping in?

frisk: What do you mean, a load of merchandise?

CUMMINGS: I got cops sitting on me! They tell me this and I don’t know it!

frisk: [completely garbled]

CUMMINGS: You what?

sans: Wearing what? Is it sheer?

CUMMINGS: Get over here, and don’t argue with me.

[CUMMINGS hangs up]

[a car pulls into the driveway]

frisk: Not THAT quickly!

[CUMMINGS gets in, MASTRETTA the driver picks his nose]

frisk: Ah, nose candy.

CUMMINGS: Just drive around the block.

papyrus: Duh, hi, dad.



Scene 16:

Driving around the Block

sans: Loved you in _The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3._

frisk: Hey, you want the radio? King Biscuit Flower Hour’s on.

MASTRETTA: What’s bugging you?

CUMMINGS: Listen, you punk, for the future, next time you start something, tell me before you start it, not afterward. And ship the dope someplace else, I got this cop on my tail.

papyrus: It’s just that Mitchell guy.

MASTRETTA: It’s on the water, Cummings.

CUMMINGS: What’s on the water?

sans: Smoke.

MASTRETTA: The merchandise.

CUMMINGS: Well, it’s not coming through MY facilities.

MASTRETTA: It can’t go nowhere else.

CUMMINGS: Why not?

MASTRETTA: Why not? Because that’s the way Mr. Gelano wants it.

frisk: Uh huh, uh huh…

MASTRETTA: Because maybe it’s in San Pedro now, or papyrusorrow. It’s too late, Cummings.

papyrus: Hey, look, an Applebee’s. Huh.

CUMMINGS: Well, if it comes through San Pedro, I’m not gonna touch it. Understand? I will not touch it.

sans: Heh heh! Oh.

MASTRETTA: Cummings, you are not in a position to say such things.

frisk: You can’t handle the truth!

MASTRETTA: Before you open your big mouth again, you better think of Mr. Gelano.

papyrus: Oh, no… this may be the wrong ride. Are you Steve?

[frisk and bots begin to leave theater]

CUMMINGS: I say it, boy, because I mean it.

papyrus: Let’s go do that little…expedition we were thinking about.

frisk: Okay.

[frisk and bots leave theater]

