Lucille: Why do you think he'd be at the mall?
George Sr.: Well, the last time Buster ran away, he came here. And this is where his favorite stores are. There's Drink-A-Juice and there's Paint-A-Plate and Build-A-Bear and... [train whistle blows] Oh, there's a tiny train. Now, admittedly, he's not 28 anymore, but...
Lucille: No, you're right. But don't you think he would've smelled me by now?
George Sr.: Oh, good point. Maybe the Popcorn Plantation is masking your scent. Ooh, we gotta get you out of the food court.