"Cheer up, Darius. We might not have candy, chocolate, or delicious frosting, but we have something better."
"Oh yea. That is?"
"ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Aaaaaaaaaghhh!!!! That's one big Gourd. Hide us."
"And you're on my turf. What are you doing here, little ones? The sign says "off limits."
"But…..the Salsa Queens. They live here."
"You mean lived. They moved out last week."
"Do you know where to?"
"Yea. My tummy!!!"
"Hey, Big...scary…..looking guys. I don't know what your deal is or what the feud between you vegetables and fruit is, but please just tell us, and we'll be on our way."
"Well, if it isn't Apple and Tomato. Should've known you were behind this. I oughta….."
"Boys!!! Boys? I told your parents I'd not lose sight of you. Where'd you run off too this…..I see. Get behind me, all of you."
"Banana Nana. What a pleasure."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing, we swear it."
"Do I have to call your parents?"
"No Ma'am. We were uhhh...we uhh..."
"We were just helping your boys out. They got lost and asked for directions, honest."
"Oh really? Go on then. Give it."
"The Salsa Queens live on street P; 371, not street b; 173. Hope that helps."
"Thank you. Come on guys. What are we waiting for?"