"AH, THE FROSTBITE FALLS HUMANE SOCIETY ANNUAL DOG SHOW, A WONDERFUL COMPETITION WHERE THE BEST OF THE BEST OF MAN'S BEST FRIEND CAN TAKE HOME THE GOLD...OR THE SILVER...OR THE BRONZE. EITHER WAY, WE OPEN IN THIS LOCATION BECAUSE ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE JUDGING THE COMPETITION..."
"And to think, we don't know much about dogs!" Bullwinkle replied.
"Other than the facts that they're cute, they're loyal, they're friendly, and they're great pets!" Rocky smiled.
"Say, isn't that—" Bullwinkle spoke.
"Mr. Peabody!" Rocky exclaimed, surprised to see the intelligent dog. "You're here, too?"
"Yes," the dog replied. "I too, am on the judge's panel, for who knows a canine better than a talking one?"
"SUDDENLY A NEARBY GREYHOUND STARTED SNIFFING THE BACKSIDE OF PEABODY, WHO HAD CERTAINLY NOT ASKED FOR THAT."
"Ma'am, please, control yourself." Peabody replied, walking away from the greyhound. "There are children present—" he pointed at a small basket with three puppies inside.
"You okay mister Peabody?" Rocky asked.
"Yyes." The dog replied, cleaning his glasses. "This always happens when I encounter non-sapient dogs...particularly of the female persuasion."
"Well you're better with the ladies than I am!" Bullwinkle replied, chuckling.
"SUDDENLY A MAN WEARING A BLACK SUIT APPROACHED ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE."
"Mister Rocky, and Mister...er...winkle, is it?" The man asked.
"Yep!" Bullwinkle replied.
"You're required to come with me. I shall show you to your seating areas..."
"ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE WERE THEN LED TO THE JUDGING AREAS, BUT UNBEKNOWNST TO THEM, TWO OF THE COMPETITORS WERE, IN ACTUALITY, THE MOST VILE, BLACKHEARTED, NO-GOOD FIENDS IN THE WHOLE—"
"Hey!!" Boris called out. "Qvit eet vit suspense and JUST! SAY! OUR! FREAKINK! NAMES! ALREADY!!"
"OKAY, fine—BORIS AND NATASHA."
"Sank you werry much!" Natasha replied. "Boris, dollink, I tell ju, vhy does he do thees all de time? Ees much shorter eef he says names."
"Honeybun, I steel don't know."
"ANYWAY, THEY WERE ABOUT TO ENACT WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE MOST EVIL PLAN EVER. FEARLESS LEADER HAD GIVEN BORIS AND NATASHA PERMISSION TO USE A MIND CONTROLLING DEVICE OF HIS OWN CREATION, WHICH WOULD FORCE ALL THE DOGS AT THE COMPETITION TO ATTACK THE JUDGES, AFTER THAT HE WOULD UTILIZE HIS MIND-CONTROLLED DOG PACK TO SIC THE PRESIDENT—WHO AS A MATTER OF FACT IS ATTENDING THE DOG SHOW, THEREBY LETTING HIM RULE THE WORLD! BUT WAIT, TO ENTER YOU NEED A DOG. FEARLESS LEADER DOESN'T HAVE A DOG...DOES HE?"
"Oh, ju bet ju bottom RUBLE he does!" Boris grinned, then gently tugged on a leash. "Say hello to Yuri!"
"YURI WAS A POTTSYLVANIAN WOLFHOUND, A TALL, DEADLY BREED WITH BLACK FUR NATIVE TO ONLY SAID AREA, WITH REFLEXES GREATER THAN A GOLDEN RETRIEVER, ABOUT AS TOUGH AS A GERMAN SHEPHERD, AND A BETTER SENSE OF SMELL THAN A BLOODHOUND!"
"And he's such eh bad boy!" Boris smiled, scratching Yuri's neck, as he began to excitedly wag his tail. "WHOSAEVILBOY?!! WHOSAEVILBOY?!! WHOS GONNA KEEL DE MOOSE AND SQUIRRELLY-WIRL?!"
"WELL, THIS IS A VERY STRANGE WAY TO START OFF THE EPISODE. WILL YURI PUT OUR TWO HEROES IN THE DOGHOUSE? WILL BORIS NOT GET DISTRACTED BY YURI'S CUTENESS? WILL THERE BE ANY POPCORN?...cause I'm starvin'! STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE, "How much is that bad guy in the window", OR, "Paws and Effect"."