"B-Man, what the frick are you doing?" asked Thelonius.

"I am celebrating our glorious victory," he said as he grabbed Witt and went off into a funky tango. Witt tried to get away, but to no avail, for the crazed wombat does not want to let go. "Baby, I wanna be your little penguin of love."

"Dude! Get off!" Witt exclaimed, jerking away violently.

"Maybe this brother needs some therapy. B-Man, you ain't no penguin," said Thelonius. "Most importantly, you ain't no queer wombat."

Buxtahoota stopped dancing and stared blankly at the wall. Then, he suddenly jumped. "Holy squirrel cages, possum-man! You're right! Quick, Witt-Boy, a cheesy metaphor to get me out of my funk!"

Witt thought for a moment before responding with, "The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't."

Buxtahoota appeared to calm considerably after that. his funk had ended and he was ready to get down to business. "I have a plan."

"That can't be good," Thelonius grimaced. "Nothing good every comes out of ideas brought about by funk attacks."

"We shall harness the power of the lava lamps to build an uber-reactor that we shall use to create and then send out brain-washing sound waves. The brainwashed people of the world will then be forced to bring us PiBB!" explained Buxtahoota.

There was an awkward silence.

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," said Thelonius.

"Most definately," declared Witt.

There was another awkward silence.

Buxtahoota sighed. "Alright, who wants some pizza?"