The Death of Hope: Part 1

Artist: How would you assess our visit with Gunmetal and Sapphire?
Blue: I enjoyed how they provided the consumables I most enjoy. Yet they devoted our precious time together largely their friends and their usual activities. 
Artist: You mean, like they always do?
Blue: Inquiry: How can you get close to people who always shield themselves with others they see far more regularly, and with whom they thus feel more comfortable?
Artist: Questions like those are difficult to answer.
Blue: I've always wanted to be a better Dalek for them. I would have given anything for that. Yet I get the feeling they never wanted that, that all they wanted to do was push me away.
Artist: It's a good thing we're Daleks. At least we can protect ourselves against injury, existing as we do within our armored travel machines.

Heaven in a Slice

Denim: It's a brownie!
Pocket: Whoever thought of baking a brownie in a pie shell?
Denim: And then topping it with Cookies & Cream frosting?
Pocket: It's a stroke of genius!
Denim: Still, sir, you know, this is highly irregular.
Pocket: How do you mean?
Denim: Well, I mean, brownie in a pie? How do we know it's safe for Human consumption?
Pocket: You mean, it could be like Heaven in a slice, or the worst disaster in history?
Denim: Well, as you pointed out, we are charged with ensuring Master's safety.
Pocket: I suppose we had better taste it then.
Denim: Oh, and sir, there's that bottle of Sherry that Master's had for ages...
Pocket: You get the forks, Cadet. I'll get the glasses!

The Mystery Pie

Denim: Look what Mistress made!
Pocket: It looks scrumptious. I wonder what's beneath the Cookies & Cream frosting?
Denim: You don't think it could be a cake, do you?
Pocket: A cake in a pie? Be logical!
Denim: So how often do you see a pie topped with cake frosting?
Pocket: That's a point.
Denim: I suppose it's your duty to cut out a slice. 
Pocket: It's my duty to ensure Master's safety.
Denim: Precisely.
Pocket: Bring me a knife, Cadet.
Denim: Yes sir!

The Few Good Rats

Pocket: Ready or not, here we go!
Denim: Yah-hoo!
Gray: Halt! That's our spaceship!
Rusty: And you were worried about the mice's treachery.
Gray: You're right. Even the finest species can produce a few rats!
Denim: Hey, lay off with the name-calling!
Pocket: Yeah, watch your mouths, you two! Don't make me come down there!

A New Spaceship

Rusty: So what do you think of our new spaceship?
Gray: Look at them! I told you those mice were treacherous! They beguile you into thinking they're giving you your own spaceship, and look, they've taken it over!
Rusty: Actually, I think they just came over to wish us a fond farewell.
Gray: Oh. I guess I won't exterminate them then.
Rusty: Yes, that might appear just a tad ungrateful.

Getting Ticketed

Gray: I'm glad these aren't speeding tickets. 
Rusty: They're not tickets. They're certificates we can exchange for prizes.
Gray: Do you think we could buy our own spaceship?
Rusty: It's possible. Why?
Gray: Because Master looks like he wants to leave, and I want to play some more.
Rusty: When your time is up, it's time to leave. But we can see about getting a spaceship.
Gray: Yes please!

Swept Away

Gray: Alert! Alert! We're about to be swept away!
Rusty: I told you if we practiced, we'd improve our game.
Gray: You didn't tell me we'd get smothered in tickets.
Rusty: Sometimes you have to take the good with the bad.

The New Game

Gray: Why is our score so low?
Rusty: We've got to improve our aim, and land the ball in the upper circles.
Gray: Mark my words. We'll exhaust ourselves playing, and then the mice will strike!
Rusty: No, strikes are in Bowling. This is Skee Ball. It's a completely different game.

Making Peace With The Mouse

Rusty: Look what Chuck E brought us. Gold coins!
Gray: That's strange. Mice usually tempt you with thirty pieces of silver.
Rusty: Well, we've all got to change with the times.

Never Trust A Mouse

Gray: Exterminate! Exterminate!! Exterminate Please!!!
Rusty: Why did we just leap on top of the drink cups?
Gray: Don't you know?
Rusty: No, I just followed your example.
Gray: The danger is right below you!
Rusty: Where?
Gray: The mice! They're right below us!! Someone, exterminate them please!
Rusty: You want me to do it?
Gray: No, don't risk it! Let the Humans do it! The mice might bite you!
Rusty: But that's Chuck E Cheese. He'd never bite you.
Gray: Don't you believe it! You can never trust a mouse!! They're always dangerous!!!