Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for March 05, 1998
March 04, 1998
March 06, 1998
Transcript:
No more raccoon problem, Irma. How can you be so sure? I hid him where he lives. Eustace! You didn't hurt him, did you? Naah... It's just a flesh wound... No fat tartar sauce?! This means war!!