Leyla <sporting camoflage, a Canada, eh? hat and a bucket of tar> : C'mon! Move it, move it, move it!
Hilda: This is the craziest-
Leyla: Never say never! Or craziest! There's always room for crazier! It's the Jello (TM) of mental states! Now move!
Wanda: But where are we going with all this-
Leyla: Beau... er... Bo... er... BoBo... Bean... Oh, I DON'T KNOW! Them guys are trying to move out, and Toga's trying to keep them here! It's anarachy! WHEEE! And we must join in the cause!
Jimmy: <holding feathers> <utter reasonable> Now, ah'm no diplomat er nothin', but it seems ta me, that y'can't really keep them here. They have a right ta make ther own decisions, and really, we should be out there, sapportin' them.
Leyla: <stares at him> They've GOTTEN TO YOU! 50 lashes, and then you WALK the PLANK! Later.... for now... you got the feathers, Piggy?
Robot PIggy: <sniffle> My boas... my beautiful boas.
Robot Kermit: There there. I'll get you something nice when Leyle becomes sane again, honey.
Hilda: What are we doing with the tar and feathers anyway?
Leyla: We're going to seal them in to the room! Keeping them here forever! Whahahaha!
Hilda: Won't that kill them?
Leyla: Uh... no! Because uh...
Hilda: And what about the feathers?
Leyla: You can't have tar without feathers! I... think. Let's move!