Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 09, 2014
Transcript:
Boomer: Whoa!! Do you smell that?? Poncho: There's rotting beef stroganoff in there!! Hudson: It smells like heaven! Boomer: Dang it! It's one of those special lids! Poncho: Try twisting it! Hudson: No, push and twist! Boomer: It's made of tough, icy metal! Poncho: Jam it under the lip! Hudson: Oh no! Here comes the garbage truck! Poncho: We need more time! Boomer: Let's form a ring around it tree-hugger style to prevent them from taking it! Poncho: It'll never work! They'll just brush us aside! Boomer: But we can't let this go! Hudson: It's the holy grail of garbages! Poncho: There's gotta be some way to keep it here!
My question is, why would anyone let beef stroganoff sit around long enough to go bad?