Ashton: Hey, there’s an egg here. Is this part of how we are going to save the chickens?
Newton: That’s not a chicken egg. Can’t you smell the catnip in it? Girls are so strange.
Ashton: I don’t do catnip, that’s your thing. I do chicken.
Newton: That’s not exactly a secret, Ashton.
Ashton: She did? Really?
Newton: Really. People are keeping them in their back yards. Maybe that’s why you thought we were running out. You weren’t looking the right place.
Newton: I don’t think they’re hiding the from you.
Ashton: Why else would they be hiding them there, then?
Ashton: That doesn’t make sense. You don’t taste your pets.
Newton: They aren’t tasting them. They’re taking care of them. There was even a chicken there in a wheelchair.
Newton: Ash! That’s not what people want you do to with their pet chickens.
Ashton: But if that’s where the chickens are, that’s where I’ll go so I have enough for my chicken emporium.
Newton: So the dinosaur emporium is really dead?
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