Ashton: Check cashing…. cheerleading…. cheese….
Newton: What are you doing, Ash?
Ashton: I keep hearing a chicken in the house, but I can’t find it. I can’t count on finding it in time, so I’m trying to figure out who will deliver chickens for my chicken emporium. Everyone keeps telling me that those strange, pink chicks won’t be ready to taste for a while, and I’m running out of options.
Newt: But why are you looking in there?
Ashton: I’m not sure. Pierre told me I had to let my fingers to the walking in the yellow pages. I don’t even have fingers!
Newton: Maybe he meant turn the pages?
Ashton: Oh… maybe so. If I can figure it out, I’ll have chickens brought right to the door! Which is good, since I’m pretty scared of stuff outside.
Ashton: Chemical cleaning…. chess instruction…. childcare…. WAIT A MINUTE! There’s no chicken delivery service listed? Now what?
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