The Horror Of Slumber Party Mountain
A little jumpy aren't ya Fifi? Le yuck! A spider! Yaaahhhh! Where! Where! Gotcha!
O, U, T, H. The ouija spirits have spoken, like Fifi's secret boyfriend is Foulmouth. Non! NON! Le yuck! Le puke! Le grande barf! I refuse to date crude poultry!
(WHAP!) Ungarde loon! (WHAP! THUMP!) Eat pillow polecat!
Hey, I am on your side!
Kill the rabbit!
(Laughter) All: "Huh!" All right, I though we weren't going to scare each other anymore. Like, I didn't do it! Me neither.
Sacre pew! I have been slimed!
Is there some reason your vacinating my shoulder Fifi? U...u..uunn..ne oeil Jacques. Une oeil Jacques!!!
Non! I will take care of this walking hat rack! Duck and cover!