If only Locher were here! I can envision Tracy getting pulled into Bullwinkle’s pen, coming to, and a light bulb goes on (in a thought bubble) over his head: “What to fend off the anticipated charge from the enraged bull?” he asks himself. “Aha” he repies. “I will use my yellow trenchcoat to fend off the monster”, as cheers of “OLE” reverberate through the fences. After doing a few pas de torreros, which he remembered from watching old Zorro reruns, Liz yells out over the roar of the crowd, “Red, you idiot! Use a red cloth!” Tracy yells back, “I only have this yellow coat”, and looks down, “or I can use my brown pants…..”
If only Locher were here! I can envision Tracy getting pulled into Bullwinkle’s pen, coming to, and a light bulb goes on (in a thought bubble) over his head: “What to fend off the anticipated charge from the enraged bull?” he asks himself. “Aha” he repies. “I will use my yellow trenchcoat to fend off the monster”, as cheers of “OLE” reverberate through the fences. After doing a few pas de torreros, which he remembered from watching old Zorro reruns, Liz yells out over the roar of the crowd, “Red, you idiot! Use a red cloth!” Tracy yells back, “I only have this yellow coat”, and looks down, “or I can use my brown pants…..”