Wescott, paws in his ears: Great Feems of Lightning! Are they like this all the time?
Jack: 24-7, mate. [Wescott makes a wry face] Wescott: Ugh….STOP!!! [Chip and Dale stop fighting. They look at Wescott.] Wescott, pulling a coin from his coat pocket: Here, let’s let the fates decide what we’ll watch. Heads we watch X-Toons, tails, we watch the news. Chip: Okay. Dale: Fair enough. [Wescott flicks the shiny coin into the air and catches it deftly. He slaps it onto his wrist. Chip and Dale look on intently as Wescott moves his paw.] Wescott: HEADS!!! Dale: Hurrah! [Chip snaps his fingers in disgust. Dale swipes the remote from his friend and turns on X-Toons.
