(as usual Tugger rushes around the air port at top speeds to get his chores done so he can go out to that plane scrap yard and mess around in the parts, fantasizing with Shorty about his dream to fly like an airplane. It's just become the normal at this point. He zips around the corner, nearly running into you as you roll up to a hard stop when you see him hurlling down your way)

Tugger: ScUSe mE!-cOmein tHroUghh!!!