“Crowd Choir: [singing] Bow down... bow down... before the power of Santa! Or be crushed...…”

“Zim: GIR! GIR: [Suddenly bursts out of a turkey] It's me! I was the turkey ALL ALONG! Zim:…”

“Dib: [gasping] Sorry I'm late... horrible... nightmare visions! Ms. Bitters: It's called…”

“The Dib, he's missing! They've taken him and drained him of his sweet, sweet blood…”