Seven super-short days?
A brief 168 hours?
A mere 10,080 minutes?
And then …
… I’m too scared to even say it!
Hallllllllllllogen lightbulbs. Almost had it. Maybe next time.
Umm, nope. I don’t gotta go.
Really, I don’t.
What gave you that idea, anyway?
…you call THIS “squirming”?? Pshhh.
I could hold it for AT LEAST another 15. Maybe 20. Is it time for cake yet?
Nope, haven’t seen it.
…what does a lion say?
Well, that’s an interesting follow-up question.
I suppose it depends on whom the lion is talking to.
But, the most plausible answer is RAWWWWWWWR!
… oh, you mean THIS candy??
I told you I haven’t seen it. But, yeah — I ate it.
Where the heck is it?
I feel like it should be here by now.
I’ve looked high and low and then high again … nothin’.
Waiiiiiiit a second. I think I sense … yep!
You’re going where?
Dude, Buzz … I can’t hear you.
Can you talk any louder? It sounds like you’re in a bubble or something.
… you’re walking into Bed Bath and Beyond?
You seriously called just to tell me THAT?
Oh! You’re in the vicinity of a blonde? So what?
I really can’t hear you, man.
… the alkalinity of a pond? Okay…
… either Buzz Lightyear is drunk, or I need to switch imaginary cellphone providers.