Alvin: Look at that Scuzzy. Over in the clearing. Brittany: What do you think it is Moldy? Alvin: I don't know. Maybe an alien mother-ship. Brittany: Ah, what makes you think that? Alvin: Call it instinct. Brittany: Uh, I call it unscientific. You and your guesses. Ah, why don't you go to Vegas where you belong? Alvin: Scuzzy, it's taking off! Let's follow it. Brittany: We're too young to drive. Alvin: We've got to go. The truth is out there. Brittany: I wonder what's inside. Alvin: Green, prehistoric bugs. Extraterrestrial DNA. Big blue. Brittany: Ah, is that another one of your hunches.