Making Fiends Season 1 Episode 3

Charlotte: (singing) I love my lungs,
And my lungs love to sing,
Me and my lungs we can sing most anything.
La la la la la la la lungs,
La la lungs, la la lungs,
La la la la la la la lungs,
La la la la lungs.

Charlotte: (singing) Now that we're small we can take naps in socks,
And make our home in a pretty shoe box,
We can herd ants and keep them in flocks,
Now that we're small.
Eating a cookie will take us all day,
We can go skating in ice cube trays.
And we can eat gum drops every day,
Now that we're small.

Maggie: (reads her poem) What made the kitten run away?
No one could tell you why.
But a kitten fled one day,
And climbed up very high.
Meowing, spinning, meowing, spinning,
The cat turn slowly 'round.
Meowing, spinning, meowing, spinning,
No hope of getting down.
The sunset, the air is cold,
No parka does it wear.
The kitten, it is losing hold,
And still, nobody cares.
Charlotte: But what happened to the kitty? Will it be okay?
Maggie: Probably not.
Charlotte: (sad) Oh...

Mr. Milk: (about Charlotte) What is she doing?
Malachi: I know-eth not. For she be small. Nay higher than a steamed clam.

Charlotte: You're so lucky. I wish my parents could be here.
Vendetta: Why? Where are your parents?
Charlotte: They're in a better place, up there.
Vendetta: Were they eaten by bears?
Charlotte: No silly. They're living on a space station.
Charlene: Right. A space station.
Charlotte: They're astronauts!

Vendetta: I am Charlotte! I think of good ideas by singing! Watch this! starts singing I'm wearing a stupid hat so that I can save some scrawny cat from falling down and going splat upon the pavement!
Fiend: No singing! (chases Vendetta with mallet)