(Brandy and Whiskers are in the middle of tracking down Mama Croc's lost eggs. Brandy is holding one of her newly hatched babies)
Brandy: Okay! Six down, three to go. We can do this!
Mama Croc: (calls out) Brandy?
Mr. Whiskers: We're lunch! But on a positive note, we'll find out if I taste like chicken.
Brandy: Go! I'll stall her.
Mr. Whiskers: Nice knowin' ya.
Brandy: Get out!
(Whiskers runs off as Mama Croc approaches Brandy)
Mama Croc: My, my, look at him! He looks good enough to eat!
Brandy: (to baby crocodile) Better him than me. (to Mama Croc, sweet voice) Isn't he the cutest?
Mama Croc (looking menacing): How are the others?
Brandy: And those teeth! (Baby crocodile snaps at her) Goo goo ga ga!
Mama Croc: I want to see the rest of them.
Brandy: So do I. (catches up to Mama Croc) Hey, have you had anything to eat lately, 'cause low blood sugar can make you angry and eat things you shouldn't... like me!