Texas Pete: We've done it, boys! And this time there'll be no horsie coming after us! Bulk: Uh no. I can't see any horses, Tex. Texas Pete: Wow! We're weightless! Bulk: Tex, I've got a little funny floating feeling. The ceiling's getting lower! Skeleton: Oh, not a bone out of place. Texas Pete: Bulk! Bulk: Uh come on up, Tex! Texas Pete: OK, two idiots. Get out there and stick those bits back on! Bulk: Oh wah! Skeleton: But it's cold and dark out there, Tex! Texas Pete: Get going before I break every bone in your body. Superted: Get away from those controls! Texas Pete: Try and make me Superted. Get your paws off me, toi mangy little teddy bear! Superted: Don't toi toy around with me, Tex! Take that! And that! Texas Pete: salut steady on! Superted: And that! Texas Pete: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
