Pen: I TOLD you this wasn’t a napping spot!

Ruffio: SHH! These sweaters are camouflage. She DOES NOT see us.

Pen: You’re delusional. She TOTALLY SEES us.

Ruffio: BE STILL! We are sleeping on the softest sweaters on the planet, with sunbeams on our backs. You are not ruining this for me Pen!

Pen: Are you high? We are busted. Step 1: Admit you are powerless over your incessant napping!

Ruffio: I will cut you.

Pen: You have a problem. Your struggle is real, Man. She’s got the camera. The gig is UP.

Ruffio: You have GOT to learn how to blend in with your environment, or this jungle will be your demise.

Pen: We’re in a HOUSE, Ruuf. In the SUBURBS. These are kids’ Old Navy sweaters on a dining room table. That’s it. I’m scheduling an intervention with the Chiefs. SYD! CY! We’ve got to talk…