Boo: [Beat-boxing] Boo, ch! Ba-boo-boo-ch! Boo-ch! Ba-boo-boo-ch!
Yeti: What on earth are you doing?
Boo: With all this wrapping, I thought I ought to join in.
Yeti: I’m not sure you’re interpreting that right.
Boo: I’m thinking outside of the gift box.
Yeti: Fine, I’m up for a laugh.
Boo: Boo, ch! Ba-boo-boo-ch! My name is Boo; don’t you make me blue / Just give me something that I can chew–
Yeti: Oh, please stop; that’s horrible already. And it’s not exactly got the spirit of Christmas to it.
Boo: I don’t want to sing about ghosts. It’s not even Halloween.
Yeti: It’s not that kind of spirit!
Boo: Don’t harsh my groove! I’m beat-boxing.
Yeti: The only box that belongs in is the litter box. And what is that thing on your head?
Boo: It’s my boo-rag.
Yeti: I don’t think that’s right either.
Boo: Oh, leave me alone; what do you know about rap?
Yeti: Nothing, thankfully. Wrap with a “W” is way more interesting to me! [Charges through some leftover scraps, making a pleasing rustling sound] I guess I’m hopelessly old-fashioned.
