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"Lefty... you sneak up on the left. I'll go right."
"Huh? This way?"
"No, LEFT... umm, big-toe-wise. I'll go pinky-toe direction, and then on the signal, pounce."
"Ok."
"We'll trap this weird impostor sock mutant thing once and for all."
"I think it's a hand. Pretending to be a sock."
"Yeah. Be careful, they come in pairs."
"Oh no! We're in Paris, too!"
"No, PAIRS. Hands come in PAIRS. There could be another one around."
"A PAIRS of psockpuppets? I'm scared. How many is that?"
"Never mind. Be quiet, wait for the signal. You remember the signal?"
"Yes. You yell 'POUNCE'."
"That is what we ended up with, isn't it? OK."
"Hugo!"
"What?"
"Why are we pouncing pscockpuppet again? We're scared, right? We don't like him. Right?"
"Yes, right, why?"
"Because you don't seem like you're scared pouncey. You seem more happy pouncey".
"I... umm. Well. Ok. We don't know it's a him yet, and well... I like blondes. Wait, Lefty! Where are you going! You're my wing man, stop! Wait!"
"I'm leaving. The last time you tried to make me happy pounce I hurt my shronk."
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