Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for July 20, 2013

Transcript:

verne: "up, up the long delirious burning blue...I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace...." "...put out my hand and touched the face of..." whoa! face touching? creepy, dude, no more face touching..in fact, no more touching anywhere! verne: Sure, sorry. you can wave, from a distance, like the ground! ...wait, no waving. just stand on the ground not waving, hands in your pockets, staring at your shoes. verne: I don't wear shoes. get some!