(Julien is looking for his fudgy pops while Maurice is reading a book and Mort is eating something.) Julien: (groans) Who ate my fudgy pops?! Maurice: (stops reading) Not me. Mort: (his face is covered in chocolate) Not me neither. Julien: (grabs Mort) You stinky liar, Mort! It is written all over your face! In delicious milky chocolate. (wags Mort) Why Mort?! Why did you eat my fudgy pops?! Mort: Umm... April Fools? Maurice: It's August, Mort. April Fools ain't gonna fly. Julien: (throws Mort) Uh, Maurice, what is this April (spits) Fools you speak of? Maurice: You never heard of April Fools? Julien: Well, have you never heard of, um, January Jacks? No, you have not! Maurice: Maybe because you just made that up. Julien: What? That is so... Okay, you got me there. But Christmas Steve, he