- Mickey Holmes: Fergie! Good work.
- [Fergie goes upset with him]
- Mickey Holmes: What? You were great!
- Fergie: I shouldn't have told him that story. He was really scared.
- Mickey Holmes: He's paranoid; he's always scared.
- [Fergie leaves in disgust]
- Mickey Holmes: [scoffs] I don't understand.
- Grimm: [after Cooper and Fergie fell into a tree] Be still if you value your very lives!
- Cooper Holmes: Who are you?
- Fergie: What do you want?
- Grimm: Listen carefully, we shall tell you all you need to know: we are not dogs.
- Fergie: [sees the two dogs glowing eyes in the darkness] But... but...
- Scratch: Silence! Silence in the Changing Tree! Three centuries ago, my companion and I were coming through these very woods, and then for no reason, two vicious dogs flung themselves upon us and pushed us into this cursed place where we were changed.
- Cooper Holmes: Yeah, but we didn't do it. What do you want us for?
- Scratch: [evilly] Ah... The cruel hand of fate.
- Fergie: [in horror] Excuse me!
- Grimm: We are going to change places, and you will be like us dogs condemned to roam these woods forever!
- Cooper Holmes: Fergie...
- [Cooper and Fergie scream as the two dogs attack them]
- Cooper Holmes: Cut it out! Your nose is all wet.
- Fergie: Yeah, well your breath isn't exactly minty fresh!
- Cooper Holmes: I feel kind of strange.
- Fergie: Me too.
- [they come out of the tree as dogs]
- Cooper Holmes: What's happening to us?
- Fergie: WE'RE DOGS!
- Cooper Holmes: How did you say that? You're lips weren't moving.
- Fergie: I don't have any lips. You mean we can read each other's thoughts?
- Cooper Holmes: I think so. What am I thinking now?
- Fergie: Chicken, chicken salad, chicken pot pie, chicken wings...
- Cooper Holmes: Fergie, what are we gonna do! We're dogs!
- Fergie: [chases her tail] I got a flea.
- Cooper Holmes: Quit messing around! We gotta do something. Those creeps are probably passing themselves off as us right now! Come on, let's go!
- [Mickey attempts to steal food]
- Grimm: [as Cooper, jabs his fork at Mickey] Touch that, and you'll be drawing back a bloody stump!
- [last lines]
- Cooper Holmes: [after turning back to normal] Are you alright, Mickey?
- Fergie: [sees Mickey acting strange] What's with your brother?
- Cooper Holmes: Who knows? He's always been a little weird, if you ask me.
- [Mickey scratches his neck in an odd fashion]
- Cooper Holmes: Come on, let's get out of here.
- [as he and Fergie leave, little do they know, Mickey's cheeks puffs up as he eats an acorn, acting like a chipmunk]
- Mickey Holmes: [in a chipmunk's body] Hey, Cooper, you weasel, don't leave me here! What am I gonna do! You gotta help me, Cooper - this isn't funny anymore!