Meanwhile, on a hill overlooking the heart of Fayetteville.....
GRUNION: So what's the deal man? Why are we here?
Z: Dunno, but the meal tickets are all jazzed up about something so be on your toes.
GRUNION: Be cool, here they come.
Z: What are they carrying? Looks like a couple of big kitties.
GRUNION: Sweet lord.
Z: I'd like to be excused from this exercise due to my lack of interest.
***wrestling, crying, kicking, screaming***
GRUNION: Well, we are definitely screwed this time. Once word of this gets out we won't be able to hang out with the cool kids.
Z: My head feels weird. What's a cool kid?
Z: You look so goofy I think I'm gonna crap my diapers laughing!
Z: And the outfit seems to add a few pounds in the belly as well. Not at all flattering....
Z: Can we take these things off now?
GIBBY: Not until we take a few hundred more pictures.
GRUNION and Z: *sigh*
Z: What are you doing?
GRUNION: Play dead man! I heard that's what you're supposed to do in situations like this!
Z: That's around bears, dude.
GRUNION: Seriously? I thought playing dead was for everything scary.
GRUNION: That's it. I'm outta here.
Z: There are strange crinkly things all over the ground.
Z: Look! I can balance one of the crinkly things in my mouth!
GRUNION: You know what? These things are actually kinda comfy.
Z: Yeah. I think I'm gonna wear mine for a few months.