(In the Seniors' disco)
Señor Senior, Sr.: So you taught the animals to Cha-Cha-Cha? Now, tell me your villainous scheme!
Señor Senior, Jr.: My plan is this, as the funny animals dance to the bouncy beat, the crowd will be inspired to do the same!
Señor Senior, Sr.: And then?
Señor Senior, Jr.: We will party all night long!
Señor Senior, Sr.: Everyone will dance? That is your evil plan?
Señor Senior, Jr.: And... I will overcharge for beverages. (he laughs)
Kim: Sorry to break up the party, Señor Seniors.
Ron: (gasps) What have they done to Pizzapotamus? And where's JP Barrymore's banjo?
Señor Senior, Jr.: I am so sorry, but tonight is my grand opening. It would be most inconvenient to give up now. (he wrinkles his eyebrow) Did you see the thing with the eye brow? Nice touch no?
Ron: Um, KP, other than wrapping Pizzapotamus in polyester, this doesn't seem very evil.
Señor Senior, Sr.: See? What did I tell you?
Señor Senior, Jr.: I'm sorry, my friends, but this night club is rather exclusive, and you're not on the guest list.
Señor Senior, Sr.: Ah, the clever threat! Good, Junior! Now you must follow through with a display of violent anger.
Señor Senior, Jr.: But I'm mildly put off at best.
Señor Senior, Sr.: Just throw something!
Señor Senior, Jr.: But father, I just had my nails buffed for the gala opening.
Señor Senior, Sr.: (angry) Junior! This is not a party. This is not a disco! This is not fooling around!
(Señor Senior, Sr. flips a switch, and a disco ball appears from a hatch in the ceiling. He puts sunglasses on himself and Junior, whilst Kim and Ron gets hypnotized)
Señor Senior, Jr.: Sunglasses indoors, how stylish!