- PB: [after pulling Swifty out of the snow pile] Swifty? What are you doing here so early?
- Swifty: I lost... my pound.
- PB: What pound?
- Swifty: The pound I gained to hit the twenty pound minimum to pull the top dog sled!
- PB: Well you can't fight your metabolism.
- Swifty: I can and I will put to the test, I'm going to deliver my best, Come on!
- PB: Swifty, how have I put this repeatably in the past.
- Swifty: Look out!
- PB: Oh yes, deliveries have only ever been made by dogs, and you are not a dog.
- Swifty: What!
- PB: You are a small arctic fox who was not meant to pull a giant sled with even giant-er packages on it. Are you hearing me?
- Swifty: What? Yeah every word, come on buddy we've got a pound of fun. Let's go!
- Otto Von Walrus: Drumroll.
- [the puffins start doing a drumroll sound]
- Otto Von Walrus: [annoyed] It's just an expression.
- Swifty: The gas! Ugh, that smells like the planet's made of poopy.
- [Swifty faints from the geyser eruption]