Jimmy (OS): Oh, yeah, Mxyzptlk? What am I thinking now?
*poof*
Perry: Jimmy!
Jimmy: Sorry, Chief.
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Perry, thinking: This is the last time I let Jimmy plan my birthday party.
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Mr. Makeup, Evil Master of Disguise (thinking) : Something's wrong. Let me see. I got into the Planet disguised as the delivery boy from Pepe's Late-Night Cantina. Check. I knocked Perry White out. Check. I hid him in the storage room. Check. I changed my face to look like his. Check. I took his clothes. Check. I put his clothes on. Check. Something still doesn't feel right. What am I forgetting?
