Fire Chief: And this here’s where we do our laundry—(alarm goes off) Oof, sorry kids, that means there’s a fire somewhere. We’re gonna have to take this.
Kids: Can we come!
Fire Chief: No. (slides down pole)
Fenton: Psst! Cawson.
Carson: What do you want, crap head?
Fenton: I twiple dog dawe you to buwn down duh fiyo depawment.
Carson: No way.
Fenton: Samanta. Hey Samanta!
Samantha: Get away from me.
Fenton: Okay. Hey Gwegowy! Hey.
Fenton: If we stawt a fiyo wight hewe duh fiyofitos will have to come back and finish duh touw.
Gregory: Yes, and den we get to watch dem put out duh big fiyo.
Fenton: Okay, so let’s do it.
Gregory: Caweful wit my pwopane.
Fire Chief: (returning) Okay sorry about that, just a normal part of being a firef—hey you two, get down from there. Anyways, where was I? There’s only two machines but they’re both washer/dryer so two of us can do a load at the same time.