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Christopher McCulloch, James Urbaniak, Doc Hammer
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Drew's got a freckle on her nose. So, you can tell them apart.
WOMAN: Freeze, poacher!
She's an epileptic!
Rigor. First symptoms of malaria, I think.
and we came across this tragic little fella in a cage.
Get your filthy mitt off of her!
Where's my amulet?
you're some some crazy obsessed weirdo stalker who, like...
maybe she'll take a smack in her smart mouth.
Everyone in their bunk now, come on!
Oh, it's a sweetheart deal all around.
DR. VENTURE: See, feral instinct taking over already.
obstacle.
is displeased, it seeks vengeance upon the tribe.
Chop-chop!
selling ape on the black market, Tara.
BROCK: I got him.
Try it again, asshole!
is displease, it seeks vengeance upon the tribe.
Dr. Quymn, I presume?
and you rub them on your chest.
- They remind me of my boys. - Please, pretty please!
He says it tore the head off their mightiest warrior.
when you stole their idol.
He says it was as if someone shook up a six-foot can of...
Moist heat grip you like a vice.
He's cure!
Colonel Fun has arrive!
We're suppose to teach him boxing, not tricks.
Brock Samson. We weren't properly introduce.
And we've solve the mystery of the Were-o-dile.
Blood probably rush to his...
He says it struck again last night.
Finally caught that son of a bitch...
Gently. I suck the poison out...
draw pictures of them in your notebook.
it's so desperately important we protect this rainforest.
Why are you walking through the jungle backwards?
Semi-identical, technically.
Gently. I sucked the poison out...
What are you doing way out here in the middle of nowhere?
Plus, I barely have hair under there.
Our own mum can't tell us apart sometimes.
Brock Samson. We weren't properly introduced.
And we certainly didn't mean for Hank to get hurt.
In their hut? Perhaps.
Our own mum can't tell us apart sometimes.
Finally caught that son of a bitch...
Fashionably late, I see.
She's-- Oh, my god, I almost fucked a Were-o-dile.
Actually, can you keep it down?
I think he's kind of got a thing for her...
Ginny, darling! Come along!
Oh, well, back home we usually like to solve mysteries.
All right, you big Nebraskan oak.
God, frigging harness buckle is digging into my back.
Solid chassis, pliant suspension, torque.
you're some some crazy obsessed weirdo stalker who, like...
DR. VENTURE: See, feral instincts taking over already.
I'm not asking him squat. I don't like him.
fertility idols from irritable head-hunters.
to force them off their ancestral lands.
you're some some crazy obsessed weirdo stalker who, like...
Moist heat grips you like a vice.
Oh, Ginny, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous.
Natives are real suspicious of outsiders...
and we came across this tragic little fella in a cage.
Skinny-dip?
That's unfortunate, because I plan to ask Dr. Venture...
You know as well as I this ridiculous Were-o-dile...
a damn in this rugged terrain without all-wheel drive.
And covered in awful hair.