They might freak out and want to dissect your brain.

Dissect? That's a bit extreme.

There's an easy explanation as to why I can talk.

It's a simple combination of cuteness and magic.

Okay. Here we go. One BLT.

And one order of carrot cake a Ia mode, topped with, quote,

Whatever candy you have Iaying around back there. Unquote.

Uh, excuse me.

Is that a cough drop?

Yeah. It's cherry. It counts.

It's a peculiar garnish.

Can I get some chocolate syrup?

Sure, doll.

E.B.: Thanks, Iove.

It seems my brain is still intact, Fred.

E.B.: Fred, I've just had an idea.

When I'm a famous rock srar, I'm going to buy a mansion just Iike this

and make you sleep in the garage in a topsy-turvy switcheroo.

What do you think? Oh, man. My sister is here.

You never told me you had a sister.