- Rolly: Well, now what do we do?
- Spot: Bark Brigade procedure is clear. Turn tail and run!
- Lucky: What? At the first sign of excitement? No way! We're going to march out there and trap Lambo just like Thunderbolt would do.
- Spot: But this isn't TV! This is real life! That could be d-d-d-dangerous!
- Lucky: I *live* for danger! They don't call me Luckybolt for nothing! Come on!
- Cadpig: All right, who called him Luckybolt?
- Cadpig: You're not suffering from shot anxiety, are you, Lucky?
- Spot: Lucky? Afraid of a little shot? Ha! Lucky and I laugh at shots! We have shots for breakfast! Afraid? Please!
- [Lucky faints]
- Cornelia: Oh, Spot? Time for your chickenpox shot!
- [Spot faints]
- Cadpig: Come on, Lucky. Mr. Vaccine has a needle with your name on it.
- Lucky: You guys go ahead. I'm gonna hide. Uh, I mean... I'd better go round up the others. Yeah! I'm gonna go round up the others.
- Lucky: Hey, who shut it off?
- Spot: Sorry, I thought it was over.
- Rolly: What's it matter? All that's left was a preview of tomorrow's show.
- Cadpig: And we know what *that* will be like: a little gratuitous violence, a little male bonding, a big explosion at the end. KABLAM! They're all the same.
- Lucky: I still wanted to see it. Thunderbolt's the only excitement I get around here.
- Spot: You looking for excitement? Rumor in the henhouse says that somebody, possibly Naomi, laid an egg... with two yolks.
- Rolly: Hey, hey! I dug up a shoe... open-toed!
- Lucky: Someone put me out of my misery! I wasn't meant to live the life of a farm animal. I need adventure, excitement, like Thunderbolt! I should be battling insidious villains, facing fur-raging danger, boldly going where no puppy has gone before!
- Cadpig: Welcome to Lucky's Rich Fantasy Life, and now back to reality.