| Mama K | |
| *runs in* NOBODY MOVE! |
| Kate | |
 | What's the story, morning glory? |
| Mama K | |
| I LOST POCKET PAUL!! |
| George | |
 | You did WHAT?? |
| Adam | |
 | Are you sure he just didn't run off to be with Larry's Polly Pocket Dolls? |
| Larry | |
 | *glares* I am not a fluffy bunny, Adam. |
| Adan | |
| What? Is was a fair guess... |
| Mama K | |
| Yes, I'm sure. He just on my shoulder a moment ago, and how he's not! |
| Kate | |
| Well, we gotta get him back! This inZOOity can be pretty dangerous if you're only 3 inches tall. I'll check the cupboards. *checks* |
| Ringo | |
 | I've got buckets covered! *runs off* |
| Man in a Chicken Costume | |
 | Buck-ET! |
| Edge | |
 | Nothing in my pockets. |
| Tania | |
 | I don't suppose anyone's looked in the wash basin? |
| Kate | |
 | I'm not seeing him anywhere! |
| Adam | |
| Laundry room is clear. |
| George | |
| *trembling lip* But...but...he's gotta be around here SOMEWHERE... |
| Tania | |
 | *cough* Well...ehm...I just might know where he is... |
| Mama K | |
| Well don't just stand here, woman! Go check! |
| Tania | |
| Ok. Gimme a few seconds. *goes out* |
| Tania | |
| Come Mordecai! |
| Mordecai | |
 | *swoops down and lands on Tania's arm* |
| Tania | |
| Awww, shit. |
| Tania | |
| *comes back in* Well, the good news is I found him... |
| Kate | |
| ,,,but the bad news is...? |
| Tania | |
| So did Mordecai. |
| Mordecai | |
| *dangles Pocket Paul* |
| Pocket Paul | |
 | *is very, very still* |
| George | |
| PAUL! DAMMIT, Tania, did your flying turkey kill him?! |
| Tania | |
| I'm sure he's just sleeping!....Comeon, lil Paul...*poke poke* |
| Pocket Paul | |
| *is very, very still* |
| Tania | |
| Erm..*cough cough*...Wow...he sure is a deep sleeper, heh heh... |
| Tania | |
| *POKE POKE* |
| Pocket Paul | |
| ... |
| Tania | |
| Yessir, in a deep, deep sleep now...Ohboy,... |
| Mordecai | |
| *gives Pocket Paul a shake* |
| Mama K | |
| AHH! *grabs Pocket Paul* |
| Mama K | |
| PAUL! PAUL! SPEAK TO US!! |
| Pocket Paul | |
| *eyes change to little X marks* |
| Ringo | |
| *moves Pocket Paul's mouth* 'Ello Mama K, I'm Pocket Paul! I like to play with Polly Pocket, and by that, I mean dress up in 'er clothes! |
| George | |
| *smacks Ringo* |
| George | |
| Hey, Paul? Come on, enough fun and games, time to wake up now. |
| Pocket Paul | |
| *tounge rolls out* |
| Ringo | |
| Well! Guess that's a wrap! *tosses Pocket Paul in an old shoebox* |
| George | |
| Em, Ringo? |
| Ringo | |
| I'm going to bury him the in the garbage disposal shute. |
| Kate | |
| WHAT?? |
| Ringo | |
| He would've wanted it that way! |
| John | |
 | How do you know he wouldn't want to go as a flaming pie? You're just a dummer! |
| Ringo | |
| Come on, I'm sure he's a goner. *shakes box violently, Pocket Paul thawks the sides* |
| George | |
| Give me that box! You're hurting him! |
| Ringo | |
| NO! *pulls box away* |
| John | |
| Dammit, Ringo! You can't go around killing our bassist just ANYTIME! *grabs box* |
| Adam | |
| Is anyone else noting the interesting formation of a three way here? |
| Mama K | |
| MwahahahahaahHAHAHAHAHA |
| Ringo | |
| Quiet you! |
| George | |
| Gimme that bloody box, you murderer! I can't BELIEVE you want to replace him just like THAT! |
| Ringo | |
| Puh-lease! I've got rhythm! How do you know I won't be better?? |
| George | |
| You can't be Paul! No one can be Paul! There's no way to replace this man! |
| John | |
| Em, George....you shouldn't cling to him like that, he is a bit...dead... |
| Ringo | |
| Yeah, and this box is already starting to smell! *moves towards the chute* |
| George | |
| RINGO! Quit trying to get rid of him already! He isn't dead! |
| Ringo | |
| Yes he is! |
| George | |
| Well, let me have a look and we'll make sure! |
| Ringo | |
| Well, let me get a giant mallet and we'll make sure! |
| George | |
| NO! *ganks box!* Listen you bastard! Paul isn't going anywhere ntil we know without a doubt that he's kicked the bucket, alright? |
| Ringo | |
| *sulks* Fine then. See if I care. |
| George | |
| There, that's much more reasonable. Now let's just -- |
| Ringo | |
| *GRABS THE BOX AWAY!* |
| Pocket Paul, in the box | |
| *goes flying!* |
| Mordecai | |
| *zooms in with killer eyesight and begins to go for Paul* |
| Father Time | |
 | And now, for slo-mo! |
| George | |
| No...o....o.....oo.....*diiiii...vveeeess...* |
| Mordecai | |
| *dives for....Pocket...Paul* |
| Ringo | |
| MWA......HA.....HA.....!!! The bassssssss....iss..miiiiiiiiiiinneee!!! |
| George | |
| *grabs...Pocket...Paul* |
| Mordecai | |
| *scccreeeeeeeeeccch* |
| Pocket Paul | |
| o.o! *suddenly becomes adult-sized!* |
| Father Time | |
| Back to normal! |
| Paul | |
 | *lands on George* |
| George | |
| OOOMPH! |
| Paul | |
| Woah! Sorry about that, mate. You 'right down there? |
| George | |
| I'm just peachy, Paul. Just peachy. |
| Paul | |
| Oh, alright then. *settles down* Quite comfortable, actually. |
| Ringo | |
| *sweating bullets* Paul! Heh heh heh...how's it going there? Alive much, lately? Heh heh heh....*gulp* |
| Paul | |
| Not too bad, nice day and all. |
| Ringo | |
| Right, right...well, uhm, I'll just go ahead and....leave now...Got stuff to do, people to see...and..uh...other...things...*FLEE* |
| Paul | |
| ....Ehm, explanation? |
| John | |
| He tried to do away with you again. |
| Paul | |
| AGAIN? I thought that Madagascar was going to be the last time! |
| Paul | |
| Well, isn't that a bum. |
| George | |
| Speaking of bums, plan to get yours off me anytime soon? |
| Pauk | |
| No. |
| George | |
| Fair enough. |