ah, my two loveliest customers. it's this darn kibble crisis, mrs. r.  people are buying everything i got to feed their dinos.
of course, mrs. slate. just take a number. wilma senses the tension, quickly steps forward to break it with a smile.
ladies, the meat's not getting any fresher. mrs. r, what'll it be?
gino? we got any dodo bird?
good. give it to mrs. rubble along with this.
how about you, mrs. f?
'fred'? david! herman! get rob and bobo and tell 'em to bring the big dolly!
you got it. now then.  mrs. slate? you're in a no parking zone there.
mrs. slate, we're kind of busy now --
boys, you heard her.  she said fresh.