Bonnie: *dials emergency services*

Foxy: *lifts up a trash can* I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Phone operator: Emergency assistance, this is Tria.

Bonnie: Hi, we're- help, we lo- we locked BB in the car and people are judging us!

Foxy: *running towards car with trash can* I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA BREAK IT!

Bonnie: Do not break the window! You'll get glass on him!

Operator: Sir, please tell your wife to relax. Everything is going to be okay.

Bonnie: ...That's a man.

Operator: Really?

Foxy: DON'T WORRY, BB. BB, I'M COMING FOR YOU! *raises up trash can*

Bonnie: *gestures at him to stop*

Operator: Sir, we just sent the signal; the door should be unlocked now.

Bonnie: Check- check the door. Check the door! Check the door.

Foxy: *pulling on handles* It's not unlocked!

*door opens*

Foxy: Oh! Oh. 

Bonnie: Okay.

Foxy: *panting* That is amazing! How did they do that?

Bonnie: I don't know, it's just- *waves hand at some passers by* We got it, thank you!

Foxy: Did that come from space?