(Hamton angrilly tears down a piece of the wall. and walks toward the toons.)
Hamton: Out. Out! EVERYBODY OUT!
Hamton: To think I imagined My own imaginary best friend, and He turned out to hate Me even more than You do! (the toons walk out the door, which Hamton slams, then sobs.)
Plucky: But We don't hate You, Hamton.
Babs: Yeah. We like You a lot.
Hamton: You do? but I was the last guy You picked to play soccer.
Plucky: Yeah, because You're a lousy Goalie.
Babs: Plucky! that doesn't mean We're not Your friends, Hamton. but if We hurt Your feelings, We're sorry.
Plucky: Yeah, You don't need an imaginary jerk like Him.