SPAL: We’ve got our parents back! I’m so happy!(He jumps up and down)
HB: Oh, goodie! (He claps his paws together) I saw a bear in a bag. I hope that’s for me.
SPAL: I smell chocolate.
HB: I smell socks and underwear.
SPAL: Me, too. (He sniffs more)
HB: Do you smell anything else?
SPAL continues to sniff.
SPAL: I smell things I’ve never smelled before.
HB: Like what?
SPAL: If they’re something I’ve never smelled before how can I possibly tell you, stupid?
HB: Move over so I can smell. (He pushes his way over to the suitcases and sniffs) Maybe it’s dirt. I like dirt.
SPAL: You would.
HB: Some kind of food, maybe.
SPAL: Well, do your whine and your dance so mummsy will open up the cases.
HB whimpers and prances in front of the cases. He plops his bottom down and stares at mummsy.
Mummsy stoops down and scoops him up into her arms.
HB: Mummsy, I want a treeaaat. (He smiles and licks her arm)
Mummsy: Are you looking for your treat? (She walks over to the cupboard)
HB: Not the cupboard.
SPAL: You’re soooo stupid! You’ve got her going to the cupboard. We want to see what’s in the suitcases.
HB: Shut up, pansy! Since you’re so smart, you do it. (He wiggles out of mummsy’s arms)
Daddy-o opens his suitcase and pulls out a rock.
SPAL: What are we suppose to do with that thing?
HB: Play fetch.