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This is a commentary on [[Trouble on Planet Wait-Your-Turn]], with the whole penguins crew with [[Ron Smith]].
 
 
== Transcript[[Category:Commentaries]] ==
 
Smith: Hi, this is Ron Smith. I'm the director of 3-2-1 Penguins! And I'm here with the whole penguins crew.
 
 
Zidgel: Starting with Zidgel, of course. It's captain. Hello out there, one of my fans! Uh, where are the cameras? Aren't my fans going to able to see me?
 
 
Smith: No, they're going to watch the episode while we talk about it.
 
 
Zidgel: I think that will disappoint a lot of people out there, but it's probably best since it looks like Midgel just pulled out of bed.
 
 
Midgel: I've been up for hours. I guess I had been preening myself all morning. I've been working on getting some more power from the main thrusters on the ship. A ship's mechanic's job is never done.
 
 
Fidgel: Fidgel here, ship's scientist. Thanks for watching, everyone. My! The scenery is lovely, isn't it? Nothing like a nice scenic drive.
 
 
Smith: Kevin?
 
 
Kevin: What?
 
 
Smith: Aren't you going to say hello, Kevin?
 
 
Kevin: Oh, of course. Hello, Kevin!
 
 
Zidgel: You know, Ron, these shows need a little something. I'm thinking a big action sequence at the beginning starring, well, me of course. Doing daring stuff, lots of big close-ups, of me. Gotta give the fans what they want.
 
 
Smith: This is an ensemble cast, there really isn't a star.
 
 
Zidgel: I think my fan mail would say otherwise.
 
 
Smith: Everybody's fan mail comes to me first and we've gotten exactly two letters from your fans. By the way, your mother and hair-dresser both say hello.
 
 
Midgel: Hey, what kind of--what kind of car is that? Look at that.
 
 
Smith: I believe it's a 97 Generica.
 
 
Kevin: Pretty cool.
 
 
Fidgel: Oh!
 
 
Midgel: Ouch.
 
 
Fidgel: What sort of strange custom is that?
 
 
Smith: It's an expression of affection.
 
 
Midgel: Looks like something I learned in self-defense class back at the Academy.
 
 
Zidgel: Yes, I remember, the Orcan-Jell Twist.
 
 
Zidgel: I thought I was the cute one.
 
 
Kevin: I wonder where they're going.
 
 
Smith: I believe they said it was a family obligation.
 
 
Fidgel: Well, at least the children get to spend summer holiday with that charming woman!
 
 
Midgel: Ugh, he should get his emissions checked.
 
 
Midgel: Uh, they're back.
 
 
Zidgel: I-I I can't see anybody here. Oh.
 
 
Zidgel: What is that?
 
 
Kevin: I think it's one of those.
 
 
Zidgel: Looks like a Fill-Go Predicter.
 
 
Midgel: He's got that right.
 
 
Midgel: That too.
 
 
Kevin: Oh dear!
 
 
Fidgel: Gracious, that looks painful.
 
 
Zidgel: Looks like an episode of the W.W.F.
 
 
Kevin: What? What's happened to her hands?
 
 
Fidgel: Hmm, she must have gotten them stuck in the trans-species distal-regenerator.
 
 
Kevin: What's folly?
 
 
Midgel: Those clothes she's got on.
 
 
Zidgel: You know, that's what we wound up learning at the end. Oh, yeah.
 
 
Midgel: (imitates video game's music for a few seconds) I wonder if, uh, he remembered to conne--oh. It's dark, right?
 
 
Fidgel: Pie, a filled pastry, equal to 3.14. How do you determine the area of that tin plate? You have to use Pi! (laughs)
 
 
Zidgel: (laughs).
 
 
Midgel: Bangus and mash? Aren't they the bulks who run that driving instruction place?
 
 
Kevin: Yeah, they're right next to bubble and squeak, my tummy doctors.
 
 
Zidgel: Also a nickname you don't want to try more than once.
 
 
Fidgel: That was a difficult year for you at the Academy, wasn't it?
 
 
Zidgel: (sniffs) Yeah.
 

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