- Karl Knive: [after being knocked unconscious by the PlastoBlaster explosion, Karl stands up and straightens his lab coat, watching the kids run up the stairs] They THINK they're going to get away!
- [laughs maniacally]
- Jessica Walters: [reading a sign] "KarlCo Enterprises".
- Matthew Erikson: Ugh, that guy is so full of himself!
- Karl Knive: [the three friends run through the baseball field, away from Karl, who is lying on the ground] come back!
- Matthew Erikson: [Matthew's ball cap falls off] My hat!
- [Karl reaches forward in a flash, trying to grab a hold of Matthew's cap, but Matthew rescues it from him and runs away. Karl pounds his fists on the ground and starts to cry]
- Jessica Walters: [the three friends are having a bonfire, burning the entire model town down to ashes in the night] That all of it?
- Matthew Erikson: [Matthew holds up a little plastic man] All but the king of Karlsville.
- Jessica Walters: [concerned] But how do you know that that's Karl?
- Todd Erikson: Looks like his clothes...
- Matthew Erikson: Besides, we checked every inch of that room.
- Jessica Walters: I just wish that we could be sure...
- Todd Erikson: ...Look, you see there?
- [points his finger towards the head of a plastic man who closely resembles Karl, melting in the flames]
- Todd Erikson: That's Karl's head.
- Matthew Erikson: [reassuring] Yeah, it... it's gotta be...
- Jessica Walters: Are you sure...?
- Matthew Erikson: Yup.
- [holds out the last plastic person to Jessica, who stares down at it in victory for a moment]
- Jessica Walters: Next time... pick on someone your own size.
- [tosses the person into the fire]
- Karl Knive: [the screen cuts to Mrs. Erikson's vacuum cleaner hose, and Karl can be heard, alive and shouting as he slides down the hose to the floor] Whoa-whoa-HO! Whoa!
- [Karl stands up, brushes off his shiny jacket and laughs evilly]
- Karl Knive: Did I tell you this won't hurt?
- Todd Erikson: No.
- Karl Knive: Good, because it does!
- Todd Erikson: UGH! SHUT UP!
- Jessica Walters: Maybe Todd isn't as big a sucker as you think. We both got away from Karl. Maybe he did too.
- Matthew Erikson: You obviously don't know my brother.
- Teresa Erickson: Where are the kids?
- Bob Erikson: Up in Todd's room. They're playing with the miniature toy town, I believe.
- Teresa Erickson: Why can't they invent more wholesome toys like that for kids?
- Bob Erikson: I dunno.
- Karl Knive: I'm going to turn you plastic now, and forever tiny. Does that scare you?
- Todd Erikson: ...Yes!
- Karl Knive: [smiles sympathetically] It SHOULD.
- Karl Knive: I don't want money! I want power. In Karlsville, I'm king. "King Karl of Karlsville"! Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
- Karl Knive: That's the grand prize - you're going to become a citizen of Karlsville!
- Todd Erikson: [disappointed] That's IT?
- Karl Knive: [offended] That's IT? Why, it's an honor! Do you know the expenses of setting up the parade, hiring the band, THE POSTERS?
- [then, to Miss Karlsville:]
- Karl Knive: Some people are SO ungrateful.
- [Miss Karlville nods her head in agreement]
- Todd Erikson: Why do you wanna turn me to plastic?
- Karl Knive: It's a hobby! Everyone needs a hobby. My hobby is getting kids under my power... it passes the time.
- Karl Knive: There's nowhere else to go, my young friends... Karlsville is your home...
- [Mrs. Erickson starts vacuuming in Todd's room near the model town]
- Karl Knive: What is that annoying racket?
- [Karl turns to glare at the three kids in anger]
- Karl Knive: Now, I'm in a BAD MOOD...
- [to the townsfolk]
- Karl Knive: chain them up!
- Bob Erikson: [spoiler] Where'd you kids come from?
- Jessica Walters: You wouldn't believe us if we told you.