Merl: Ahh, my favourite time of the day, el brekko de cafe mundo.
Merl: oi, adios mosquito ra ra ra ra.
Gull: Merl did you get a paper cut again? It's not the magazines fault.
Pickle: Well if it ain't a old fashioned down hold magazine swinging, woo hoo! Me next ha ha ha ha ha.
Gull: uh, Hey Merl, did you know there is a mosquito in here?
Merl: Why yes Gull, I did.
Gull: Heey Merl.
Gull: huuu aahhh aahhh wait Merl, don't squish it, please.
Merl: What do you mean, no squishamente, it is a disgusting germy, insect.
Pickle: hu hem, Merl, Gull asked you nicely, which means, no squishing got it?
Merl: But Pickle, this bug is nothing but a disease ridden pestamente.
Pickle: Oh come on Merl, it's just a skeeter flying around the stump, what's the worst that could happen.
Merl: You were saying.
Pickle: Ok, maybe we should get rid of the little skeeter.
Merl: Ha ha, I knew you'd see it my way
Pickle: Nuh-uh, still no squishing Merl
Merl: huh, agreed, no squishing
Pickle: ah, now that that's settled, scratch
Gull: Come on guys, what's a few welts, when you've got a new friend
Merl: Ga, I am sorry Gull but that bug must be dealt with, mucho swiftamente
Pickle: No squishing
Merl: Uh, fine, I will catch the insecto, and dispose of it, in a way which is totally safe. How can the mosquito fly, if the air, she is filled with my many noisy honkings ha ha
Pickle: Come on Merl, we had a deal, no hurting the skeeter
Merl: but it does not sound like something to which I would agree, you know I live for the squish
Pickle: I am not saying we gotta be roommates with the little fella, I have a plan so clever, so precise, so foolproof, they'll be telling tales of my genius for generations
Gull: Shoo little guy
Pickle: Go on shoo
Merl: This, it is your genius plan, I will show you the shoeing, behold, my new anti-mosquito device
Pickle: Merl, you promised, no squishing
Merl: I have you now diablo bug uh-ah
Gull: Wait Merl, give the mosquito just one more chance, please, I promise he'll never bother us again
(Mosquito plays flamenco)
Merl: I can never refuse, the flamenco, alright uno chanco
Gull: Now we try Gull's plan
Gull: and, never bothering us again
Pickle: Gull, how de get back inside?
Gull: ho ho ho, no no no, we don't ever go back in, that's the mosquitos stump now
Pickle: huh he ah, oh no you don't skeeter, get your sticky lips off of my carrots
Bigfoot: Pardon me folks, uh we got a complaint from inside the stump, there a problem here? Hey Merl, how's it going
Bigfoot: Alright miss, come with me
Pickle: Did that skeeter make you his, security guard Bigfoot
Bigfoot: Sure did, were best buds, he's got seven million of his little brothers and sisters, living right here in my fur
Pickle: After all the times I stopped you from being squished, this is how you pay me back, ahhhh let me at it, ah in uhhh
Merl: Ah is ahhh
Pickle: We don't agree on much Merl, but we do agree on this, mosquitos going down, I got an idea
Mosquito: bzzzzzz ha ha ha
Merl: got him
Pickle: he, we tried playing nice with you skeeter, now we're just gonna play
Merl: squish the mosquito, with lasers
Pickle: Yee ha, I'm getting me some extra bonus skeeter points
Merl and Pickle, ha ha oh ha ha ha grrrrrr
Pickle: ha ha ho ah, almost got it, almost got it
Merl: Pickle, how is this even possible
Pickle: Less talking, more lasering Merl
Gull: oh, that still counts as squishing