"We aren't here to Jazz improv!" America bellowed.
"We aren't?" a moose asked.
"Bullwinkle, have you forgotten?"
"Yes."
Russia blinked. He was used to a talking polar bear, but a talking moose and squirrel? That was too much. Then again both twins were raised by England. So it shouldn't be a surprise. The real surprise was that the moose was here. Shouldn't he be in Toronto?
"I called you to see how you were tracking the two Russian spies operating in Minnesota."
"Er, what Russian spies are those?"
America facepalmed at Bullwinkle's stupidity.
"The ones right there!" Rocky said, pointing at Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale.
"And here we are!" Boris declared, stating the obvious.
"That was obvious, poopsie." Natasha said.
It was Russia's turn to facepalm at the stupidity of his people. Was he the only intelligent person in the room? The answer to that question is so obvious; we won't even stop to answer it.
"We brought you a little present." Boris said, placing a radio on the table. Doing a little dance, the two spies skedaddled.
"The radio is ticking. I wonder why?" With that Bullwinkle turned it on.
"In other news, all the spies left over from the Cold War have been sent home."
They re-entered. "We've been caught?" Boris asked.
"Russia, do you mind getting rid of that little gift?" The larger nation moved to do so. "RUSSIA? How did you get in here?"
Russia smiled at America, who quaked in his shoes.
"Never mind that, can you do something about them?"
Boris and Natasha ran again.
"Nyet."
"What do you mean no?"
The radio exploded. America's hair was sticking straight up, and Russia was blackened. They sat down.
"You have to get rid of them. However they are in big trouble, da?"
"Are my eyebrows still on my face?"
"Da, Amerika."
America sighed. "Thanks. Now let's clean this up."