Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 13, 2014
Poncho: Okay, our gums have come unstuck. We gotta jump for it. Hudson: No way! We'll massacre ourselves! Poncho: No we won't, the ground is covered in snow! Hudson: Yeah, I know what happens! We'll roll into a giant snowball that'll get bigger and bigger and eventually roll off the edge of a cliff! Poncho: Shoot, you're totally right. Hudson: I'm hanging on till he drives over some pillows!