"LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE, OUR INTREPID DUO, HAD FOILED THE EVIL PLOT OF BORIS AND NATASHA YET AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME, LET'S TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT OUR VILLAINS—WHO HAVE JUST BEEN STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA OF POTTSYLVANIA!"
Boris rose to the surface, coughing up water, along with Natasha. He sighed, looked at his tall, shapely s/o, and gave her a nice little kiss to the cheek.
"You alright, honeybun?" He asked.
"Oh, da, Boris.." Natasha replied. "But I can't believe ve steel doink thees thing vith the spy stuff, I mean, Fearless Leader's deadski! Vhy should ve steel be tryink to follow dead man's orders of keel moose and sqvirrel?"
"I understand honeybun..." Boris replied. "But now I figure ees perfect time to be showink you—THEES!"
Boris whipped out a small, heart-shaped box, on the inside, was a gorgeous diamond ring.
"DOLLINK!?" Natasha gasped, her mascara starting to run a little. "Don't tell me you are not considerink...after all dees years...I..."
"Yes, Honeybun!" Boris exclaimed. "Natalya J. Fatale...Vill you make me, Borisovich J. Badenov, baddest man een all de vorld?"
"YES DOLLINK!" Natasha hugged the little man, peppering his face with lipstick kisses. "Oh yes! ees that even QVESTION?! I love you so much!"
"OH IT WAS A HAPPY DAY FOR THE TWO VILLAINS, BUT JUST AS THEY WERE ABOUT TO PADDLE BACK TO SHORE, AN ENORMOUS SHARK EMERGED FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA, AND WELL—"
(*chomp!*)
"RASKOLNIKOFF!!" Boris exclaimed from within the mouth of the shark.
"BUT THE TWO WERE ABLE TO ESCAPE, HOWEVER, AND SOON THEY WERE WED IN UNHOLY MATRIMONY! AFTER THAT OF COURSE, CAME THE HONEYMOON IN THE ARCTIC CIRCLE WHERE THEY BOTH TOOK GREAT ADVANTAGE OF THE LONELINESS, AND THEN...bow-chicka-wow-wow, chicka-chicka wow wow..."
(Cue funky-sounding music)
"SHARRUP YOU MOUTH!" Boris hollered at the narrator. "CAN'T YOU SEE VE ARE BUSY MAYKINK LOVE?!"