(Pristine's troop of Debbie's approach skipping)
Debbies: Oh I don't know but i've been told, marry a man who's rich and old. One, two, three, four, one two, three four!
Pristine: Hello Pickles.
Pickles: Hello Pristine.
Pristine: My girls have already sold three palets, how are your little trolls doing?
Helga: I ate three pallets.
(Pristine looks smug)
Peggy: Well it doesn't matter, you just wait till the jamboree!
helga: Yeah, we'll wipe your butts.
Pristine: We'll just see who does the wiping. Ready girls, prissy skip!
(The Debbies and Pristine skip off)