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Grandpa Phil (Spotted a dead owl)
- Aw, look, a dead owl. Breakfast!
- I just know we'll wake up tomorrow to a better day!
- (farts)
- If we make it till tomorrow.
- My knees are weak.
Grandpa Phil
- My knees are fake.
- Let's just fish... for the Halibut!
Eugene
- (farts)
- This trip stinks! (farts)
Gerald (smells Harold's farts)
- In more ways than one!
- So, who's got a scary story?
Harold
- (goes livid) You want to hear a scary story? I'll tell you a scary story! It's about some boys and their dads. They wanted to go on a nice fishing trip and have a great time. (everyone goes sad hearing this) But they didn't catch any fish, and then they got lost, and then some bears ate their food, so they had to eat cold, slimy beans out of a can--breakfast, lunch and dinner, day after day--and every night, they all just kept farting and farting and farting--sure, it was funny at first--but then it just smelled and it was horrible, and then their tents blew away, AND IT STARTED TO HAIL, AND ALL THE FROGS CAME OUT!!!!! (bawls)
Eugene
- (smiles) Gosh, you know, that story sounds awfully similar to what happened to us.
- (knowingly) That's because it IS what happened to us.
Mr. Berman
- Wait a minute. You mean you're not having a good time?
- We hate it!
Harold
- (bawling desperately) It's like we're living in a nightmare!