BIGFOOT: Hey, Penny. What gives? You were supposed to—
PENNY: Hi, Bigfoot. Bye, Bigfoot. Can’t talk. Running late.
BIGFOOT: Wait a second! Aren’t you forgetting something?
PENNY: Am I? No, I’ve got my bag right here.
BIGFOOT: Bag? No, I mean you didn’t—
PENNY: Turn off the stove? Could you get it for me? I’m in a hurry.
BIGFOOT: No, you forgot to make your list—
PENNY: Is it grocery day already?
BIGFOOT: No, but it is a special day.
PENNY: Oh, no! Did I forget somebody’s birthday? Was I in charge of the cake?
BIGFOOT: Penny, it’s Halloween. Remember what you forgot to do last Halloween?
PENNY: Oh. That.
BIGFOOT: Yes, that. You promised if we made S.C.R.E.A.M. lists again, you’d remember to do one this time.
PENNY: I forgot again.
BIGFOOT: I know.
PENNY: I’m sorry. I’ve just been so distracted.
BIGFOOT: With what? Wait. That bag. That’s a bowling ball bag.
BIGFOOT: What are you late for?
BIGFOOT: Penny? Are you in the bowling league after we all agreed to disband the Cryptid Crankers?
PENNY: Technically we didn’t agree to that.
BIGFOOT: What do you mean “we”? Has everybody but me been bowling?
BIGFOOT: Even Morzant!?
PENNY: He’s actually gotten pretty good now that he knows he’s not supposed to aim for the gutter. Tonight’s the big tournament. We may actually win! Can you believe it?
BIGFOOT: That’s great. Really. Great.
PENNY: You know, we could use an extra player tonight. Norman is going to a costume party. Will you fill in for him?
BIGFOOT: Well, I was going to catch up on some Halloween reading.
PENNY: Okay then, see you later—
BIGFOOT: But if you really need help, I shouldn’t leave you in the lurch.
PENNY: So you’ll bowl with us? Great! And I promise, next year I absolutely positively will not forget to make a S.C.R.E.A.M. list.
BIGFOOT: I’ll be happier if you promise to bowl a 210.