Transcript:
Narrator: Under hypnosis, Poncho recovers the repressed memory of being in Droolia's armpit... Poncho: Ugh! Ack! The hair! The smell! Urk! What... Leaves? Light? Fresh daffodils? Lion: Welcome, Chosen One! King: Prepare for war! Poncho: Oh, snap.
Ahahha I love Poncho’s ending comments. “Oh, snap.”