Caleb: Don't worry, sir. The werewolves are nervous. Come on. We're almost rid of it.
Benjamin: Caleb, it's after me.
Caleb: Grab it.
Benjamin: Hurry up, Caleb.
Caleb: No, Benjamin, we have to finish this. Come on. Help me bury in.
The Eye of the Storm [We hear a sputnik beeping as we see the standard WB shield zooming in from the darkness and into the red looney tunes ...
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