Fancy Party/Transcript

Tom: Well, we are finally going to be where we belong, hobnobbing with the fancy people at the Change the Children charity gala.

Ben: I don't know why I have to go. You're the mayor, not me.

Tom: Well, this party is a huge opportunity to meet important people and show off our inventions.

Ben: But what if I don't fit in? What if I eat wrong then they throw little pickles at me? Oh!

Tom: (gasps) Wow! Angela, you look like a French Christmas present.

Angela: Thanks! I didn't have anything formal, so I just put bows on an old dress.

Tom: I'm Mayor Tom, and I approve of those bows.

Hank: Ho-ho! Just look at us! We have come so far.

Angela: So, you guys got dressed up, too?

Hank: Yep. This baby is from back in the day when I was working as a bow-tie model. Funny story. I went in thinking they were looking for a glow-tie model—

Tom: Hank! I just don't know. You guys probably won't be comfortable brushing elbows with fancy people.

Ginger: Yes, we would. Look! We're already wearing elbow brushes.

Tom: Not to be mean, but you guys are too immature and silly for a fancy party. You'll embarrass us.

Ginger: You're immature and silly, Tom, and your butt will embarrass us!

Tom: Mm-hm!

Ben: Why aren't they going? Can they take my spot?

Tom: No. Now, keep this thing on. You look like a common garage person without it.

Ginger: Fancy parties really changed people.

Hank: (sighs) Looks like I wore my glow tie for nothing.

(the scene cuts to theme song)