Very Good Advice (Bushroot, Liquidator, Megavolt, and Quackerjack version)

"Uh…… WHAT was THAT!?" Liquidator cried, as the broom-headed dog disappeared.

Liquidator got no answer, he looked around, only to see Bushroot, Megavolt, and Quackerjack standing sadly by a rock nearby.

"Oh dear," Megavolt sighed sadly, "Now-now we shall never get out!"

Bushroot, Megavolt, and Quackerjack sadly sat down on the rock. All their hopes of getting home were wiped away in a flash. Liquidator took a seat on the rock between Bushroot and Megavolt.

"Bushroot? Megavolt? Quackerjack?" Liquidator asked in a gentle voice. "Are you guys all right?"

Bushroot, Megavolt, and Quackerjack looked up at him; all three were on the verge of tears. They then slowly looked out into the dark forest as the thugs poked their heads out.

"Well, when-when one's lost, I-I suppose its good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you." Bushroot wept, "But-but who'd ever think to look for us here???"

As the mice and lizard thugs listened, Bushroot took out a green handkerchief, Megavolt took out a yellow handkerchief, and Quackerjack took out a purple handkerchief. Liquidator was about to say something when Megavolt spoke.

"Good advice." Megavolt sniffled, "If-if we listened earlier, we wouldn't be here!"

"But that's just the trouble with us." Quackerjack said sobbingly.

Then Bushroot began to sing while he and the others (except Liquidator) were still crying.

Bushroot: (spoken) We give ourselves very good advice (singing) But we very seldom follow it That explains the trouble That we're always in