Rock Biter: We can't wait for a snail. Can I carry you?
Teeny Weeny: Don't worry, it's a racing snail!
Rock Biter: Oh but, but, we can't even wait for a racing snail.
Teeny Weeny: Tally ho!
Rock Biter: Hey, it really is a racing snail!
Night Hob: Nobody gives a hoot about me and my stupid bat.