Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 28, 2003
October 27, 2003
October 29, 2003
Transcript:
Hudson: A piece of mail got delivered to Pooch Cafe? Boomer: Don't touch it! Omigawd, do you realize what this means? Mailmen have discovered our hideout! At this very moment legions of them could be surrounding us, preparing to charge in and deliver mail! Poo Poo: Gasp! Boomer: gentlemen, start your barkers! Poncho: Anybody want a Halls?
