Foop: Oh, how very kind! I'm wide open for saturday. Should we make a potluck?
(Anti-Sparky starts to growl)
Foop: Oh! Have ME for dinner! He's horriyfing! And by that, I mean I take him! I'll switch this monster for Turner's dog and bring misery to their lives forever!
Grim-Reaper: That'll be a hundred dollars.
Foop: Uh... that's about hundred dollars more that I was prepared to pay.
Grim-Reaper: No, I'll give you the money to take this beast of my hands!
Foop: Well, that's not alarming at all. Oh, one last thing before I go. Do you have a restroom I could use?
Grim-Reaper: You know... I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Foop: Right. The potty thing. It's gonna be uncomfortable trip home.
Wanda: Shouldn't you be doing your homework, Timmy?
Timmy: I already did it. Actually Sparky did it for me.
Wanda: The French Poodle Revolution... "In 1789 Marie Antoinette said to the people of France: let them eat kibble...". Timmy, I'm not sure this is right.
Timmy: Whatever. The point is Sparky did my homework so I don't have to. He really is the best dog ever.
Anti-Sparky: Now that we are working together there are a couple of ground rules you'll need to follow Poop.
Foop: It's Foop.
Anti-Sparky: Don't correct me!
(Foop screams like a little girl)
Anti-Sparky: As for the first ground rule. The others are: never look me in the eye, and never raise your voice at me! Understood?
Foop: I said yes!
Anti-Sparky: You raised your voice!!!
(Foop screams like little girl)
Anti-Sparky: By the way. Do I have something in my eye?
Foop: I don't see anything.
Anti-Sparky: You looked me in the eye!!!
Foop (terrified): If I look away and whisper can I tell you about my diabolical plan to get rid of Sparky?
Anti-Sparky: I assume you're gonna destroy him. Perhaps by luring him into a bath of acid.
Foop: Actually I was going to throw the tennis ball really far so it will take him weeks to fetch it.
Anti-Sparky (under his breath): Loser...
Foop: Hello you moronic mutt! Meet your anti-self!
Sparky: Hey, I know you. You're Poop! And if you're really the anti-me, you both probably up to no good. Well, the jig's up 'cause I'm gonna warn Timmy before... (Anti-Sparky poofs a tennis ball) ...BALL!!! (Anti-Sparky throws the ball)
Foop: Go fetch!
(Sparky runs away to catch the ball)
Foop: Okay Anti-Sparky. It's time for you to take Sparky's place and make the Turners miserable!
Anti-Sparky: You got it Poop.
Foop: It's Foop.
Foop (screams like litte girl): Sorry I corrected you again! Don't hurt me!
Mr. Turner: Hey Sparky! Oooh, I think you stayed in the pool too long. You've turned blue and your eyes are red. Also you smell like a graveyard. Anyway, check out my new diamond grill I got to go with my diamond grill. I've always wanted one these ever since I saw one in the store fifteen minutes ago!
(Anti-Sparky destroys the grill with a laser beam)
Mr. Turner: My new grill! (cries) I'm so sad that I don't even wanna ask how you can shoot lasers from your tail.
Mrs. Turner: Hey Sparky! I'm practising the dive you taught me. (Mrs. Turner lands in an empty pool, because Anti-Sparky pulled out the cork) That was mean. You've broken my heart... and my body.
Foop: Outstanding work Anti-Sparky. You truly are man's worst friend! Oh my... it's like petting your own coffin.
Timmy: Foop! I should've realised that you were behind this!
Foop: That's right! I've switched all good pets with evil ones! Now everyone in Dimmsdale is miserable, while their beloved pets are locked away forever in a secret location in Anti-Faity World Pet Store! Oops, I revealed a secret...
Timmy: You'll never get away from this! Because we're gonna stop you!
Foop: In your dreams! Get them Anti-Sparky!
Anti-Sparky: I told you NEVER RAISE YOUR VOICE!
Foop: You know what mister? I have just enough of your empty threats!