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Boog : This
ain't happening. It's some kind of mistake.
Think, Boog. She's mad, but you can fix
this. All right, I'll go back and I'll give her the
face. The face. Gotta get
back before she forgets the face. That'll
clear it all up
right there. Yeah, yeah, yeah, the face.
Elliot : Boog!
You can't just go wandering around out here.
You don't know where you're going, Boog!
Boog : I'm
going home.
Elliot :
Wait. Boog. I know where Timberline is. I
can get you back.
Boog : Thank
you, but no thank you. Quiet. Timberline's
gotta be around here somewhere.
Elliot :
Well, that was quick. Now, let's see.
Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey. Boog, is that
you? Boog.
Boog : Okay,
I gotta get the
lay of the land. Somehow...
if I get up high enough, then... All right.
I can do this. No problem.
McSquizzy :
Hi! Lost your way to Sunday school, pal?
This is McSquizzy's turf. Nobody
messes with
McSquizzy. Because that's me.
Boog : What?
McSquizzy :
Touch a needle in this tree and I'll give
you such a doing!
Boog : Yeah?
You and what
army? Oh, that army.
McSquizzy :
Mess not with the furrytail clan. Defenders
of the good, crusaders of the righteous,
guardians of the pine.
Boog : Keep
your tree. I'll find another one.
McSquizzy :
Look! He's got a wee freakish twin growing
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