Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 21, 2007
Transcript:
Boomer: I call to order this catapult-all-cats-into-the-sun meeting. Poncho: There's something that's been bothering me about our plan to catapult all the earth's cats into the sun. Boomer: What's that? Poncho: Well, aren't we just transferring the problem? Hudson: I don't think there are any dogs or people on the sun. Boomer: I think he's right. It's too hot. Poo Poo: And no trees or hydrants for... y'know... Poncho: Yeah, but what about the sun itself? It's always been really good to us. It doesn't deserve to get clogged up with wave upon wave of stinky, slimy cats. Is that any way to treat a friend? Hudson: Umm... well, we... we... could shot them into... a different sun...? Boomer: Sigh.... we're gonna need a bigger catapult... Poo Poo: Aw, nuts! I already ordered the paint!