Rabbid Nightmare


 * Zak: Ah... fresh air at last. It's gonna be awesome to camp out in the forest, just the two of us. Right, Grandma?
 * Kiki's Owner: You said it, Zaky. It'll make a nice change from your computer screens and all those wacky stories about alien beavers.
 * Zak: Alien rabits, Grandma, and they're--
 * Kiki's Owner: Oh, whatever.
 * Zak: (Sighs) What? Where are the sleeping bags? And the tent?
 * Kiki's Owner: What for? We'll sleep on the ground. And tomorrow we can chop down a few trees, just like I used to do back in my lumberjack days.
 * Zak: Uh, let me just order a sleeping bag on the Internet, uh...
 * Kiki's Owner: Certainly not! No technology this weekend..
 * Zak: Oh...
 * Kiki's Owner: Aah... all right, let's get some shuteye. Good night, Zaky-pee.
 * Zak: Oh...


 * Kiki's Owner: (Snoring)
 * Zak: Man, no sleeping bag, no tent, lots of creepy-crawly... Aah! Huh? Oh, no...
 * Lapinibernatus: Hmm? Aah...
 * Zak: Huh? Aah! Huh?


 * Zak: Grandma, Grandma, you gotta wake up. Aah!


 * Zak: Aah, he must be calling for backup. I've gotta make him shut up.


 * Zak: Okay, let's do this.


 * Lapinibernatus: Huh? (Gasping)
 * Zak: Come on, Zak, you can do it.