Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 17, 2010

Transcript:

Boomer: I sure hope you haven't traumatized that baby pigeon by helping him fly. Poncho: He's a pigeon! He's supposed to be flying! Boomer: Not 10,000 feet up in a helium balloon lawn chair! Poncho: Oh, man, you're right! What if the stress has reduced his fragile young mind to mashed-up tapioca? His father is going to kill me! Bob: Hi, Mr. :Poncho! Poncho: You're not thinking clearly! My name is Boomer! Boooomerrrr! Boomer: Hey!