Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 18, 2007
March 17, 2007
March 19, 2007
Transcript:
Noise: Ring! Chazz: Hello? Poncho: Palmer! This is Flagston in head office! Pack up your desk, we're transferring you to Guam! Chazz: Wh--what? Poncho: Ha ha ha ha! Chazz: Poncho! I told you not to bother me at work! Poncho: I'm calling because you left the toilet lid down. I can't get a drink. Chazz: What about your water dish? Poncho: I already drank that. What, do you think I prefer the toilet? Chazz: Well, I'll be home around six. Poncho: But I'm dying of thirst now! What kind of pet owner are you?? Chazz: The kind who's trying to protect his carpet from over-hydrated dogs. Poncho: Oh, great, the mailman is here, and I'm too parched to bark. All I can do is spray him with the sink hose. Chazz: Poncho, don't...! Noise: Hey, mail-jockey, suck on this! Whissshhhhh!! Ahhhhh! You little--! Ha ha ha! Poncho: Got him! He's soaked! Soaked! Ha ha! Chazz: Poncho, why didn't you just drink water from the hose? Poncho: Oh yeah.
