Come on, that's what they said at the Alamo!

Twitchy:

[catching up, out of breath after chasing Red]
So when do we eat? The Wolf:
Sure, you hungry for failure? Maybe a side of unemployment? 'Cause that's what's for lunch. Twitchy:
What do we do? The Wolf:
We go right to the source. We've gotta get to Granny's before the kid does. [Boingo appears] Boingo:
Is it a surprise? The Wolf:
Surprise for who? Boingo:
You're going over to Granny's house to surprise Red. I mean, is it her birthday, or some kind of shim dig, 'cause I'm great at parties! Watch me pull myself out of a hat! [scratches his right ear against his head with a very forced grimace] The Wolf:
Yeah, big surprise party. You know how to get there? Boingo:
Oh, yeah. Yeah. In fact, I know a shortcut. The Wolf:
[to Twitchy, incredulous]
You hear that? He knows a shortcut. Boingo:
Over the woods and through the river... No, you don't wanna go through the river. You'll get all wet. The Wolf:
You see, Twitchy? You get lemons, you make lemonade. [Cuts to the Wolf and Twitchy walking in ankle-deep water through a pitch-black tunnel; Twitchy turns on his camera light] The Wolf:
And then that lemonade goes bitter, and ferments, and turns to pig-swill. Never trust a bunny with directions, Twitchy. Twitchy:
Sure thing, boss! Never trust a bunny! The Wolf:
Well the bright side is at least I finally dried off. [immediately falls into a small hole, soaking his hoodie and bringing the water up to his waist] The Wolf:
Why couldn't I write movie reviews? We are in a pickle, and I blame myself. That bunny was worthless, not to mention he wrote the directions on an Easter Egg... [holds up a brightly colored Easter egg with illegible text scribbled on the side] The Wolf:
... which is very hard to read. Twitchy:
Oh, we're gonnadie here! The Wolf:
Come on, that's what they said at the Alamo!