Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-31647719-20180425031835/@comment-30953185-20180501192647

Lincoln: You mean you only eat once a day? You poor things!

Frank: Well, the food trucks only come around at night, so that’s the only time we can eat.

Lincoln: Oh. Well, I actually still have that cake in the plate over there. You want me to get it for you?

Lynn Sr.: Cake is not a breakfast food.

Lincoln: They’ve lived  in a junkyard for most of their lives. I highly doubt they care.

Frank: Oh yes! We’d like to have this… what you call… breakfast!

[Lincoln hops off his bed. Frank and Sky hear a van coming by the junkyard. It’s revealed to be Vanzilla. The family jumps out of the van and sees the trail.]

Lynn Sr.: Guys! We made it!

Lana: Finally…

Rita: The trail ends here!

Lynn: In a junkyard?

Lori: Why would he be here of all places?

Lynn Sr.: I don’t know and I don’t care! All that matters is that my son is here somewhere and we’re gonna go find him!

Lana: Ok. Let’s hurry and- [pushed by Leni] Ah!

Leni: [pushes Lana out of the way and jumps out of Vanzilla] [excitedly] LINKY! LINKY!

Lisa: Oh, make that thirteen times Leni has said “Linky” in this story.