Bobo: Sure, buddy.
: Mulch, get that elbow grease!
: That's okay guy, I can sleep in here.
: Yeah, he looks kinda cute there!
: Uh huh!
: No! We're not giving up! Alright you people! Let's pull!
: ...Or I could just use a spell to get him out.
: *eyes Abby* A radish?