Dishing the dirt: Mark wears nail varnish, Steve has curly hair, Nick folds crisp packets into triangles, Jarvis used a wheelchair & wore arm in a sling & Russell once wore a hardhat during a storm in the streets of Sheffield for fear of slates falling on his head.
Over an early-morning breakfast in the foggy pre-dawn somewhere in the Sasquatch regions of the Pacific Northwest
[Mise en scene: Some second-rate diner which Duncan Hines, in his time, would barely have recommended.]
HUSTLE, per the CB Bears, over a quite substantial stack of pancakes: Boys, I have to acknowledge where I've seen Scooby-Doo and crew expose your typical "Sasquatch" or "Bigfoot" type to be but some low-rate scammer in a gorilla costume trying to scare some back-country half wits out of house and home!
BOOGIE, also with the CB Bears, and also going through pancakes wholesale: Obviously not Magilla Gorilla, for all we know!
[As if struck by impulse, along comes to the section of counter where the CB Bears are taking brekkie no less than--]
MAGILLA GORILLA, slightly impatient, as if having to match wits with Mr. Peebles back at the pet shop: Did somebody happen to mention my name just now in the context of a certain Sasquatch?!
HUSTLE, stunned at the presence: Uh--Magilla?!
MAGILLA GORILLA, trying not to test his patience: You were expecting a certain Bingo from The Banana Splits?
BUMP, himself of the CB Bears as well: We didn't exactly know you were up in our neck of the woods; after all, we were checking out possible Sasquatch sightings when we came in to have breakfast.
MAGILLA GORILLA: So that explains your garbage truck--
HUSTLE, seeking to correct Magilla: I believe you're referring to the Perfume Wagon, our base of operations mobile--
[Suddenly, the attention of the diner's patrons is attracted to a loud "thud" from the parking lot of what turns out being said Perfume Wagon collapsing.]