What are you up to?

Not much. The same ol' same ol'. We're stuck here on this....

It's called flypaper, Goose.

Since when?

Since you were a maggot.

Jeez... that long?

Yup. Thing is, even if we get unstuck--which is highly unlikely--we're doomed to stick to everything we touch.

I wouldn't mind getting stuck to that juicy burger over there!

Think bigger.

How about we get stuck on a foul and festering trash can?

Too crowded. Come on, Goose, you can do better than that!

A gooey macaroni and cheese casserole from the church potluck?

You've piqued my interest. Keep going.

A three-day-old Pu-pu Platter from Wong's Chinese?

Pu-pu... is right! Gives me gas....

Fermented Halloween candy left inside little Jimmy Wilson's plastic pumpkin?

Danger Zone, my larvae graduate. The preservatives and dyes alone would kill us.

Okay... picture this, Maverick. You and me on a mountain of brownies, smothered in warm chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.

When are you gonna learn? It's always two cherries on top, Goose.

Hey Mav, I broke loose from the yellow strip!

Again... it's flypaper!

Whatever. I'm in the mood for some Chinese.

I'm still stuck, Goose. I can't reengage just yet.

No problem. Takeout... it is!