"Orson: (reading Rumpelstiltskin) After the king let the son out, the little man offered the son a deal. Rumpelstiltskin (Roy): You can keep your VCR if you can guess my name. Miller's son (Wade): Guess your name? Ha! That oughta be a cinch! Is it Fred? Rumpelstiltskin: No. Miller's son: Sam? Rumpelstiltskin: No. Miller's son: Elliot? Rumpelstiltskin: Nope! Miller's son: Jason? Rumpelstiltskin: No way. Orson: The son just kept on guessing far into the night... Miller's son: Irving? Floyd? Ichabod? Michael? Sidney? John? Paul? George? Ringo? Larry? Moe? Curly? Shemp? Howie? Frank? Rumpelstiltskin: Nope. Orson: ...but without success. Miller's son: Arbuthnot? Trallfaz? Sting? Prince? Engelburt? Rumpelstiltskin: Sorry, you only get one more guess. Pizzaman (Bo): Hey, like, hi there, Rumpelstiltskin. Qué pasa? Miller's son: I know it! I know your name! Your name is... Roy: (grabs the book from Orson) But before the duck-son could say the name, a hurricane came up! Orson: A hurricane!? Roy: Yes, a hurricane. And it blew the duck away, so he couldn't take his VCR back. Wade: Uno momento! Orson: Guys! Wade: Then a spaceship came by! And it rescued the handsome duck and flew him back to reclaim his VCR. Orson: Guys, stop this! Roy: But the rooster was determined to get it back with the aid of his trained dinosaurs! Orson: Trained dinosaurs? Where did the trained dinosaurs come from? Roy: Same place all those ninjas came from. Wade: But then the Third Marine Division landed with their Anti-Trained Dinosaur Squadron. Roy: But the Mole People were too smart for the Marines! Orson: Guys! [from The Name Game]"