DUDE: "Ma'am, you... you want a live animal? We don't... we don't have live animals here."

MOM: "No, YOU HAVE a live animal--look, back there! There it goes again!"

CLEO: "It has stripes!"

So he really goes and gets the manager ("Dude, we got a wild animal back here!"), who comes over and looks around and I tell him that the chipmunk ("I think it's a chipmunk." "Why would we have a chipmunk?" "It has stripes!") is currently cornered under the machine to the far left, and he goes off to prop one of the front doors open so that it can get back out. I personally think that this is not a very effective plan, as this leaves the chipmunk to choose between 1) popcorn and 2) gravel. And then I shriek (it was only a little shriek! a shriek of bestartlement!) because here it comes running right at me.