Chicken is running one of his trains around the yellow plastic track, talking in the voice of the train.

I better go home.
I better go home.
I gotta head home.

I say, where's his home, baby?

He says I dunno.

I say, well, should we find him a home?

He says no.

I say, should we make him a home out of a box?

He says no.

Then he runs his train around the track again until it bumps into another train car. The two click together with a little metallic snick.

Oh!
He's wif his friend!
Now he's home.
Yeah. Now they gotta home together.

Chicken run the two trains around the track together.

Here we go, he says.