Action/Comedy
Pluto and Lincoln put their differences aside to deal with a common enemy. It’s a battle of pride and pompadours!
DialogPLUTO: You can't even get a McRonalds order right!
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DialogPLUTO: "I dont want pickles on the burger."
DialogPLUTO: I told you three times.
DialogPLUTO: Three times!
DialogPLUTO: Yet somehow there are still dills on the sandwich!
DialogPLUTO: You got something to say?
DialogPLUTO: All that huffin' and puffin'..
DialogPLUTO: ..you could have just gotten my order right.
DialogPluto: Know what your problem is? You dont respect my sandwich...
DialogPluto: ... the family...
DialogPluto: ...or me!
DialogLINCOLN: Just you actually!
DialogBOTTOM: Next person I see..its on sight.
DialogBOTTOM: I'm serious. You know i keep that thang on me.
DialogBOTTOM: Prove it? I'm gonna have this old man eating pudding cups with a straw.
DialogPLUTO: What did he just say?
DialogLINCOLN: He said your balding and your hair looks like a candle wick.
DialogPLUTO: Shut up. Hey what did you say?
DialogBOTTOM: I was wondering if you needed a new tennis ball for your cane?
DialogPLUTO: Oh really? Check for me.
DialogBOTTOM: Hate..
DialogLINCOLN: Yo!
DialogBOTTOM : Heʼll be in a retirement home without my help.
DialogPLUTO:(to himself)You don't mess with the Dark Mob.
DialogLINCOLN:(to Bottom)Hey Pompadour.
DialogBOTTOM :Huh?
DialogLINCOLN:Let me see your phone for a sec.
DialogBOTTOM(Cont)Back off kid!
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DialogBOTTOM:Put my phone down, or you and gramps will be cane shopping together
DialogBOTTOM:(Cont.)What are you going to do?
DialogBOTTOM:(O.S.)Why would you do that?
DialogLINCOLN:You got until it comes down to apologize.
DialogBOTTOM:That was on the gangs payment plan.
DialogBOTTOM:They just let me get that!
DialogBOTTOM:You.
DialogBOTTOM:You must not know.
DialogBOTTOM:I keep that thang on me!
DialogBOTTOM: I keep that thang on me!
DialogBOTTOM:You think we're done?
DialogLINCOLN: You don't have to worry about this guy.
DialogBOTTOM: Stay right there.
DialogLINCOLN: Gramps..
DialogPLUTO: That should teach him.
DialogPLUTO: Hey.. Lincoln..
DialogPLUTO: Don't worry about the pickles.
DialogLINCOLN: Wasnt planning on it.
DialogPLUTO: Now what to do with him?
DialogBOTTOM: I'm sorry guys. I meant no harm.
DialogPLUTO: You'll be getting our fast food orders from now on.
DialogLINCOLN: And remember.. No pickles.
DialogPLUTO: I only got three of those kicks left in me, but I'm glad i gave that one to you!
DialogBOTH: Hmm?