MICKEY MOUSE: Gosh.
Your chickens sound great,
Clarabelle!
CLARABELLE: Oh! Why, thank you, Mickey! The little darlings are so happy when they sing. And when they're happy, we get
MICKEY MOUSE: Gosh. Well, we have hot dogs on Earth too.
MARTIAN MICKEY: Hot dogs? That's a funny name. On Mars we call them Yum Blatz.
MICKEY MOUSE: Yum Blatz? Ha, ha, ha!
MARTIAN MICKEY: And now for
the best part of the Martian Moon Festival, the Yum-Blatz Dance!
MICKEY MOUSE: There. All done. Wow,
there's lots of stones.
But which ones are in a circle? You got it. That's the circle.
MARTIAN MICKEY: And that's where we buried the Martian Treasure.
DAISY: The Pluto found something.
MARTIAN MICKEY: Stop. This is the Sea of Sticky Sand.
If you go any further, you'll get stuck.
GOOFY: Whoa! It really is icky-sticky. How are we gonna get across a whole sea of sticky-ickiness?
MARTIAN MICKEY: Why don't we call on your