Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 07, 2014
Transcript:
Dog 1: Whew! We made it to the panic place! We're safe! Dog 2: Why are we hiding in this tree? Dog 1: The one names "Poncho" has returned. Our dog-walker Margo has warned us about him. He's got fangs of shrapnel, claws like daggers, and eyes that shoot hot fire. Dog 1: He can turn flowers to stone with his gaze, and rivers turn to sour milk as he passes. Hiding is probably pointless… Dog 1: He'll no doubt easily find us with all his accursed unearthly powers.
Margo has been exaggerating whilst telling the bed time stories!!!