(Henrinard is struggling, tangled up with a gigantic, elastic blue arm that stretches from a wall panel. Henrietta is floating upside down nearby, her legs liquefied into a swirling puddle of blue and yellow goo.)

HENRIETTA: (Sighs, annoyed) Ach, Henrinard! Ye big, lumpy bampot! See? Ah told ye that giant rubber band prank on Megaman was gonnae go splat! Noo ye've glued yerself tae the wall an' I'm a sticky, useless puddle!

HENRINARD: (Straining) Halt die Klappe, Henrietta! I vould not be schtuck if you hadn't got us arguing about vho gets ze last corn dog! You know zose make mein tummy go oof! But you shtill ate vun und zen your schtupid bread allergy made you puff up und crash into mein setup! It's all your fault, you pansexual menace!

HENRIETTA: Excuse me?! Ye're an aro-sexual disaster who thinks he's so smart! Ah saw yer 93% IQ droppin' faster than oor bank balance after ye bought those toxic confetti poppers! Just shapeshift yer arm intae a key an' unlock yerself, ye doofus! Or should ah get the roller skates an' dae a lap?

HENRINARD: Ich kann nicht! Ze shtress of your vhining is giving me a psychotic disorder flare-up! I need two cups of vasser und a hug before I can zink! Und nein! I'm not using mein brains to fix your brawny screw-up! Ve're supposed to be focusing on ze rescue mission vits, not getting schtuck like little Kindergartners!

HENRIETTA: (Grumbling, reforms her legs) Fine. But when Mr. Peabody gets here an' asks why the Delivery Heroes are always in a sticky mess, I'm blamin' the one who thinks April Fools' is a national holiday! Noo stop bein' so annoying an' let's coordinate a Twin Power-Move!

HENRINARD: (Glares) Only if you promise me zat extra large bag of carnival candy!

HENRIETTA: (Rolls her eyes) Deal. Noo, body inflation on three!