Tim

Uh, can I help you?

Fender

I think you maybe-a can. [gestures to Rodney] This is-a Count Roderic Von Brokenzipper! Formerly Count Velcro.

Tim

Uh, the...

Fender

Where are the trumpets?!

Tim

The, the, uh...

Fender

We were promised trumpets to announce the Count's arrival! [to Rodney] I'm sorry, Your Grace: Beat me until you're happy. [Rodney slaps Fender across the face] He's happy. And I'm not feeling too bad myself.

Tim

Ahem. Let me see, uh... You're not on the list.

Fender

We're what?! Once again. [Rodney slaps Fender again] Ow! Thank you. [to Tim] Fine! We will go! You will explain to your superiors why we were not able to attend your little luau, your barn dance, whatever it is! But we're leaving! In a huff! [he and Rodney prepare to leave]

Tim

No, no! No, no. Please, go right in. In fact, would the Count like to hit me?

Fender

The Count hit you? The arrogance of some people. I will hit you on his behalf. [smacks Tim off his booth]

Tim

Thank you, Your Grace.