So, when do we play this softball game? In three days. We're gonna win this year. Oh, yeah? What makes you think that? We've got a team full of some of the toughest hombres this side of Tucson. I've switched entirely to silk underwear. Bad timing Fillmore.
Sherman! Help! That brute stole my European man purse with my journal in it! This looks like a job for Supershark! If that journal isn't recovered, my poems will be lost for eternity. The world will be left to wonder. You're not going any faster than that? Uh, yeah . . I have a supercramp. Horrible timing.