GC: Yah! Yah! {{Cracks whip}} (It's the only way to get them moving!)

PH: I still don't think you should have picked that life-sized polar bear.

Ca: It's ok {{huff}}... I can carry it myself {{huff huff}}... No need to lend me a hand there {{huff}}... Paul.

PL: Watch where you're walking, you big galoot!

Ca: Wha--? Who's there?

PH: It looks like an albatross.

PL: And you look like a walrus!

PH: Hey! No stupid bird is going to call *me* names!

PL: I'm a pelican, you sad excuse for a biped!

GC: Well, that's something you don't see every day: a talking pelican.

PL: Hiya beautiful! Got any plans for tonight?

GC: My, and what charm it has too. Who's pet are you?

PL: That would be that pile of blubber in the corner.

GT: {{To Jason}} Maybe you should lay off the donuts.

JB: I am *not* fat!

GT: Hey, just giving you a friendly suggestion. Sheesh, must be snack time for you.

JB: Aargh!

GC: {{To Jason}} You *must* take that darling pelican as your one item!

JB: But I wanted to take my autographed picture of Ernest Borgnine!

GC: Oh, very well. You take the bird and we'll have Paul take the photo. {{Hands Paul the photo}}

PH: What?!? But I was going to bring--

GC: {{Glares at Paul}}

PH: I've always wanted a picture of Ernest Borgnine.

GC: Well, looks like everybody's picked out an item. So it's time to--

Ca: Uh, what about James?

GC: Who?

Ca: The kid with the spaceship obsession?

GC: Oh, he's not here?

Ca: No.

GC: (Sigh) I suppose we'll have to go get him. Let's move 'em out! {{Cracks whip}}

They leave the room like a gaggle of geese.

GC: {{Grin}} I should have been a cowgirl.

[End Part 29]