(Brandy and Whiskers are in their respective bunks)
Mr. Whiskers: Hey, Brandy? Sorry about your map.
Brandy: Hey, I'll find a way home, somehow. I'm just glad you're alright.
Mr. Whiskers: Me too. Thanks for saving me.
Brandy: Hey, what are friends for?
Mr. Whiskers: Wait... did you say, 'friends'?
Brandy: Me? No, no, no, no, no, I meant...
(Whiskers jumps onto her bunk)
Mr. Whiskers (overjoyed): I heard you! You did! Wow! I have a friend! Me! A friend!
Brandy: Ok, ok, calm down...
Mr. Whiskers: Oh, my first real friend! Brandy Harrington, of the Florida Harringtons. Oh boy! I'm gonna be the best friend you ever had!
Brandy: Go to bed, Whiskers.
Mr. Whiskers: We'll be inseparable. Except for using the bathroom, other than that, inseparable!
(Whiskers jumps off Brandy's bunk, catapulting Brandy out through the ceiling of their house. Brandy screams as she flies up, and then plummets down to the leaf-and-dirt covered floor)
Mr. Whiskers: Sorry!