Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 25, 2016
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Transcript:
Trapped in a confined space with a creature devoid of anything but base animal instinct. The smell of food has driven it back to its wildest, prehistoric state. He attacks! Poncho: Raarrrrr! Mailman: You shall not have my Christmas cookies!! Woman: Uh, I'll grab the next one.
Uh, why did mailman strip down? Saving his uniform?
Poncho’s gums look very healthy, I guess he has been flossing regularly.