Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 02, 2005
Transcript:
Poo Poo: Great! The guys tried to help me win at the dog show by snapping on these fake-muscle arms. Then when they found out there was no prize money, they left me here! I can't even move! Could it get any worse? Droolia: Poo Poo! Have you been working out? Poo Poo: Oh, sweet heaven...
Good lord! Poor poo poo. I feel a drool coming on.