What is that?
You got me. I think it's a squirrel having a really bad hair day. [starts to follow it] Whoa, hey...
Leave it alone, Chance.
Are you kidding me? I gotta check this out! [to the porcupine] Hey, you, pal!
No, don't! It doesn't smell right.
Would you look at this guy? This is, like, mondo bizarro! [circles it] All right, pal, you know the routine: assume the position, I sniff you, you sniff me... [the porcupine tries to leave, but he keeps pestering it] Hey. Hey. Hey, where you going? Hey, did I say you could go? Come back here! Hey, what about that hair? What, did you stick your tongue in a toaster? [he gets too close, and the porcupine smacks him with its tail, leaving quills in his face, making him yelp and scream] HE BIT ME WITH HIS BUTT! [whimpers in pain]
Oh, Chance, you really are a bulldog, aren't you?
Like my mother always said, curiosity killed the dog.
