Cleats by Bill Hinds for July 30, 2003

Transcript:

Morty: It's time to hunt soccer snipe. You two squat here with the gunnysacks and flashlights. The rest of us will beat the bushes and stir up the little snipes. When one comes your way, shine the flashlight in its eyes and it should run right into the sack. Sergei: I know this way of hunting. That is exact technique we used when my cousins took my on a snipinsky hunt back in Omsk. Hope we have better luck. We never saw a single snipinsky... Morty: (snicker) "snipinsky hunt." Sergei: And cousins were eaten by wolves. Bailey: Can we go back to the cabin and play Uno instead?