Technically, it's more like "Aaaei-yai-yai-yai-yai-yai!"

The Moth Brothers:  These glowing globular residents of the pumpkin patch, denizens of some demented blotch of vegetable nightmare in an otherwise pleasant and peaceful field, like to twine their long viney stalks around anything they can trip up; mainly S. Blue and other team members.  Ghastly gourds. They’re a terrible team, a dreadful duo, twin traumas with orange eyes and saw blade teeth.  And the local population of Snug Harbor flamingos seems attracted to them for some bizarre reason.  Unbelievably, none of the pink birds have gone missing.