You must help me.
The Meanies are already finding their away into the chakras of my tree.
Clive Handforth: Is that bad?
Eve Silva Paragorica: It is the worst.
The auras of the Asylum cannot resist El Negativitron forever.
The tree and the patients - they need me.
There are nothing without my care, without my love.
Negativitron: You... feed... me...
Clive Handforth: Oh right. Well, we're just here for Dr. Higginbotham.
Eve Silva Paragorica: Oh gracias a Dios! Now there is a man who needs help.
He's eaten everybody's socks, he keeps trying to lick his own eyes and now... now this.
You'll have to help me first if you want him.
It will make you so warm and glowy.
Clive Handforth: Not cold, gloomy and dead inside?
Eve Silva Paragorica: I promise you that, Calendar Man.