Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for December 09, 2007

Transcript:

Boomer: I call to order the monthly Catapult-all-cats-into-the-sun meeting. So, we've decided that we will no longer shoot the cats directly into the sun, since that's not a very nice thing to do to the sun. Poncho: Plus it might make sun rays stink like cat. Boomer: Right. So we'll after the catapult's declination by one degree and put the cats into orbit around the sun. Take that down, club stenographer. Hudson: Got it. Boomer: Please read back all your entries. Hudson: 1. Build catapult. 2. Change catapult declination. Boomer: What?? Five years of meetings and that's all of your notes?? Gus: If you ask me, maybe we need a new leader! Boomer: Maybe you need to start obeying my commands! Poo Poo: I ordered the paint! You changed the color! Gus: Maybe you're too incompetent! Boomer: Maybe you don't really hate cats! Poo Poo: Maybe you got fleas! Poncho: Guys, guys! You've got to stop all this infighting! You're forgetting who the real enemy is! The stenographer!! Hudson: What? Boomer: Get him! Gus: Burn his pad! Chew his pencil!