Evil Mr. Tweedy: OOOWW!!!
Ginger: BAH! Stepped on a pickle!
Evil Mr. Tweedy: PICKLE?! I'm not a pickle, you-- WHOA! Careful, oaf!
Ginger: Why that pickle is Mr. Tweedy. What happened to you?
Evil Mr. Tweedy: This is the Jellyfish Trauma Center, dunce. What do you think hap--
Ginger: Aw, you poor thing, have some flowers.
Evil Mr. Tweedy: AAAAHH!!! I'm allergic to Chrysanthemums! [Turns allergic]
Ginger: NURSE! This hot dog needs help!!!
Nice Mrs. Tweedy: Here I am.
Ginger: Mrs. Tweedy, what are you doing here?
Mrs. Tweedy: Community service. It's a long story.
Evil Mr. Tweedy: Um, I could use a little help here. [Opens door and floats away into the sky.] Phew, i'm glad for getting away for those heevens. [Shows one jellyfish] Whoa. [Shows 2 jellyfishes] Gah!!! [Shows all jellyfishes] Oh, mommy. NOT THE EYE!!! [Stings him] AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Ginger: I think we've all learned something for here today. Thanks for watching