ROYCE: No, wait, stop! Hey -- what? Where am I?
CATS: Oh, you're back. Where are the others?
MEATBALL: Perhaps they were all sent different amounts of time.
CATS: That's always a possiblity.
ROYCE: Ah! Who are you!
FRANK: My sentiments exactly.
MEATBALL: So, is this all there is to it? Just snow?
FRANK: Ah, there's the occasional pengiun. And dog sled race.
MEATBALL: Have you ever been in a dog sled race?
FRANK: Oh, I tried, once. I kept saying 'mosh' instead of 'mush'. So all the dogs left and ended up in some techo rave.
BLORE: At least they were intelligent.
FRANK: It isn't easy being the abdominal snowman. People are always like, 'Hey! You're the Abominable Snowman! Let's try and capture you!". And then I have to explain, very slowly, that I am not the Abominable Snowman, I am the Abdominal Snowman.
MEATBALL: Hey! You should write a book about your life. Don't you think it would be great?
BLORE: What would you call it?
FRANK: Abdominal, not Abominable.
FRANK: Arg! Who goes there?
MEATBALL: Who are you? And why do you have such big abs?
FRANK: Oh, sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Abdominal Snowman, cousin to the famous Abominable Snowman. But you may call me Frank.
BLORE: Well, Frank, we seem to be stuck here In side this cave. Would you know a way out?
FRANK: Of course! I'll just smash through this wall with my massive muscles!
CATS: Well, ain't that purdy.