That's a gas filling station, not a feeling filling station.

There they are, going through that sliding door.

(reading) 'Golden Mist Cologne'. Mmm, my favorite.

We'll be gold-plated Pussycats, unless someone thinks of something fast.

Look out for those rocks!

Welcome aboard, Alexandra.

Wow! We're landing in the Grand Canyon.

Whoops! Wrong channel. That's not my favorite program, either.

Wow! So that's what it does.

Hey. May I borrow that sleep gun when it's time for my afternoon nap?