Ben: [watching TV] snores…z,z,z…

Jerry: Ben! Guess what!

Ben: What? [snores]…zzz…

Jerry: I, now this is so cool, I was walkin down main and I'm gonna buy a hat, then I walk in the wrong store and guess what?

Ben: What? [snores]…zzz…

Jerry: I walked in and this girl walks up to me and says, we're talking direct quote here " Do you want a hair cut?" [sighs]

Ben: Really? [snores]…zzz

Jerry: Ya and you should get one too.

Ben: Sure whatever…zzz…

Jerry: Then go! [shakes Ben] and don't forget, it's your week to mow the lawn.

Ben: Uh huh…zzz…

Jerry: Go doggy.

Ben: [gets up and sings] Ridin my pony…my saddle…you want it. I got it…yeah yea.

Jerry: [smiles] Ride my pony…I got it…yeah. [walks outside] [walking around town] Hi Mr. Policeman! My pony, my saddle…I got it…yeah.

Police: [walks down the street] My pony…Hello Mayor Hodzenberry…I got it…you want it…my saddle.

Mayor Hodzenberry: [going home] I got it, my pony come ride it…[walks in house] Hi Kat. My pony, your momyeee!

Kat: Hello…my pony, your saddle…

[meanwhile]

Townsfolk: My saddle, your pony, I want it, you go it, yeah.

[next day at school]

Bree: My pony.

Kat: My saddle.

Ben: Why are you lovely ladies singing my song?

Kat: Yours?

Ben: Ya duh? I wrote it? Yes I did.

Bree: I don't know [ha ha] By the way, ha ha, what is wrong with your hair?

[Jerry comes in]

Jerry: He had a run in with a lawn mower.

Ben: Shut up [grumble] I wanted to be bald in fuzzy patches…ah.

Bree: My pony…your saddle.

Kat: Hit it!

Ben: Stop singing my song!

Jerry: I gotta ponee…your mommee…yeah…yeah.