Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 26, 2006

Transcript:

Boomer: I call to order the monthly catapult-all-cats-into-the-sun meeting. President Boomer presiding. Poncho: "President" Boomer? Who died and made you President? Boomer: Nobody died. I'm President because I'm the best. Poncho: You don't get to be President by being the best, trust me. Boomer: Look, I'm running the show because this is my idea! Poncho: You want to take credit for this? We haven't catapulted a single cat into the sun! Boomer: So! It's mutiny, is it? Poncho: Mutiny? I hadn't thought of that. Poo Poo: But it's a great idea! Bobo: Get 'em, boys! Poo Poo: Enough of you lousy presidenting! Hudson: String him up! Boomer: Unpaw me, vermin! Poncho: That's the end of your reign of incompetence! Hudson: We're in charge of the catapult project now! Poo Poo: Yeah! Hudson: What should we do first? Boomer: The minutes. Do the minutes. Poncho: That's enough out of you, varmint!