"Ton frère est tombé à travers la porte brûlante, il est venu ici ! Je ne peux pas lui trouver n'importe où !"
The purple bunny stared blankly at the puppet for a moment, before quietly replying; "...Come again?"
"EUUUGH!" The puppet groaned, before glaring at him. "Clyde. Gravure porte. Ici."
"Burning door?" he deadpanned. "You mean a portal, Mari?"
"Taire, Grimace."
Recognizing the insulting nickname, the bunny grumbled a response and turned away, crossing his arms. "Sooo... my idiotic little brother came here, and I have to find him?"
The Marionette nodded.
"And why can't, oh, I dunno, my other brother find him?"
"Il n'est pas ici, Monsieur."
"THEN BRING HIM HERE!" He growled, before groaning and facepalming. "Look, I have a lot on my plate today, alright? So can I just eat icecream and have an existential crisis in peace, please?"
Grunting a response, the puppet glared at him and slid through the crack in the door.
"Another icecream tub, Bonnie?" Pinkie grinned, balancing one on her head. He nodded, and she quickly slid the icecream onto the table and trotted off...