Landlord In Love/Transcript

Tom: Lamp shot!

Hank: Wah! Couch shot!

Angela: Fridge shot!

Ben: Ow! Hey!

Hank: Whoa! A computer-Ben-juice-cup shot! That's game!

Angela: Good job, Tom.

Ginger: Are you guys still playing garage-pong?

Tom: Uh...

Ginger: Aw, man! I missed it!

Tom: Sorry, Ginger.

Ginger: I was practicing to the game all day. But Ms. Vanthrax made me stay after school because I was distracting people - with my mad skills!

Tom: Throwing a ball in a classroom is distracting? Since when?

Ginger: She just loves punishing me!

Tom: I'll tell you what, Ginger, I'm ready to go another round. Because this garage will always be a place where garage-pong is not a crime!

Landlord: Hey!

Ginger: Oh, no! It's the landlord!

Hank: Tom, you hit his highness right in the eye-ness. Prithee, m'lord, do not kick us off your lands for this grand offense.

Landlord: Kick you out? For playing pong-ping? Never!

All: (relieved sighs)

Hank: Phew!

Landlord: But I am kicking you out because I am selling this place, so...

Ben: What?!

Hank: (gasps)

Landlord: You have to leave. Bye bye!

Tom: No, wait!

Ginger: Oh!