They won't last a week.

Are you kidding me? First you stand me up last night, and instead of apologizing you want me to go to Lookout Point?

He's the fat one.

We're the same age!

Hey, guys. How was the concert? And what's in the bag?

My memories get a little hallucinationy at the end, but you get the gist.

Let me just close the window.

We've got to save the boys.

That, Chubby Z., is the sun.

What's the dealio, Mable? That evil producer is gone, we have to tell the boys.

I'm telling you! The goat took it!

Remove these two from the premises please.

If you listen closely, even the music I play in the gift shop has subtle hidden messages.

If you want to hear the mind controlling messages, you gotta slow down the record. Gimme that LP.

The music industry was shaken today at the news that boy band king, Ergman Bratsman, has been arrested.

Or maybe the boys are grown from pods!

Too late girls. The show is sold out!

All aboard the braid train! Braid! Braid! What?

(singing) Holds the fan up while we sing.

Oh, no! She got into the smile-dip again.