Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for August 27, 1997
August 26, 1997
August 28, 1997
Transcript:
If you ask me, you're giving up a lot to hide in your shell. I'm not asking you. The smell of a crisp summer morning, the subtle strains of nature's Symphony... The site of Tipper Gore waltzing through the meadow, clad only in strands of morning do. Where? Howdy do! You are soooooooo easy. You are an evil little raccoon.
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