Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 10, 2003

Transcript:

Poncho's nose: Sniff! Steak! Steak on the counter! Hey everybody! I smell steak-- Poncho's brain: Quiet, nose! If stomach hears you he'll want to eat it, and then we'll all be in hot water! Nose: But brain, this is too important to keep quiet! Brain: You listen to me-- Poncho's stomach: Ohhhh... Nose: Stomach! What's wrong? Brain: Oh, that's right! He ate that rancid garbage I told him not to! Look at him suffer! Nose: Hm... guess there's no point now in telling him about the steak on-- Stomach: Steak? Let's roll! Brain: Why won't anybody listen to me? Stomach: Ah, it was worth it! Ohh... I'm so full... Nose: Sniff... I smell cheese cake...