E.T.: I bet mew girls are gettin hungry, right?

Ginger: I'm starfin, let's get some tickets to buy some food.

Phelicity: Der's so much to choose from, how can we decide?

Ginger: I'm gonna follow my nose. It's goin dis way.

Phelicity: Me too, mine is goin dat way.

E.T.: I think I see a ... where'd dey go?




E.T.: Da pizza sure smells good, I'm gonna try da sausage an catnip. I bet da girls will want some, too.





Ginger: Oh goodie, chicken wings! I'll get two buckets so I can share dem.





Phelicity: Wowies, pork chops on a stick, what a great idea! Wait till da offurs see dese.
I wonder how many I can carry.