Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for April 26, 2008

Transcript:

Poncho: Keep drooling, Droolia! We're almost at the top! Boomer: Say some more "S" words! Droolia: Seven supple sailors sing sonatas sipping spritzers! Poncho: That did it! Boomer: We're saved! Poncho: Well, thanks, Droolia. I'm going home to sandblast myself with weapons-grade iodine. Droolia: Hang on fellas! Now that I've helped you, I need you to do a favor pour moi! It's... it's a mater... of the heart. Poncho: Couldn't we just give you a rewar--urk! Droolia: Either of you know how to give a bikini wax?