Get that rat off my baby!

A rat?

Hello!

Silly, silly rat.

— Rats do not got bling like this, lady.

— You little…!

Lastly, that is the ugliest baby I’ve ever seen!

Benny, stealing candy from a baby?

Stealing is such a strong word.

I prefer «liberating.»

Hey, kid, heard the roar.

Down another…

— Octave.

— Octave!

You ready to cheer me and your old man as we capture our fifth straight turtle-curling title?

I can’t even roar.

How would you even know I’m there?

So, you really think it dropped an octave?

Absolutely.

— What the heck is an octave?

— I heard that.

— Rabbit.

— Cholesterol. I’ll stick with the nuts.

I don’t know what his problem is, Benny.

He’s 11, but he’s still roaring at a nine-year-old level.

Little help here, Sammy?

You know what?

Maybe you’re setting the bar too high, with all those stories about Samson the Wild.

Hey, he’s always loved those stories!

They inspire him.

OK. I’m not gonna argue with someone who can use my tail as dental floss.

— You got something right there.

— Where?

— No, no, other side.

— Here?

— Sorry, Benny.

— You got it.