Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 29, 2015
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Transcript:
Poncho: Okay, I've got the least 'fragrant' breath, so I'll go on top. Boomer: Poo Poo, you can be a slipper. Poncho: Droolia, you're extra flatulent today, so we're gonna keep you near the back. Poo Poo: I'm too little to be on the bottom. Hudson: Well you can be a toupee! Boomer: Tuck your tags into your collars so they don't jangle! Poncho: Hudson! Stop chewing the hands! Hudson: I can't get this button done up. Poncho: Droolia's drooling on my head! Boomer: Everybody pull together! If we pull this off, we'll be kings! Poo Poo: Table for one, please. Poncho: Ugh, of course it didn't work! Who wears wide-brimmed fedoras anymore?
Dang. So close at the All-You-Can Eat-Buffet, and a fashion faux paw trips them up.