(or, "Paws and Effect")
"WELL, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE, AS YOU MAY HAVE RECALLED IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE, ARE GOING TO BECOME JUDGES FOR THE FROSTBITE FALLS ANNUAL DOG SHOW. MISTER PEABODY IS THERE AS WELL, YET HE APPEARS TO HAVE A LARGE NUMBER OF ADMIRERS..."
"—No ma'am, I must regrettably inform you for the twentieth time I am not free this weekend." Mr. Peabody shooed away a tiny, pink bow-wearing white chihuahua. The little dog barked, he responded; "I don't CARE if you're from Beverly Hills, please leave me be!"
"YES LIFE CERTAINLY IS "RUFF" FOR OUR DOGGY GENIUS, AND WHAT'S EVEN MORE "RUFF" IS WHAT BORIS AND NATASHA ARE PLOTTING TO DO TO THE COMPETITION, WITH FEARLESS LEADER'S POTTSYLVANIAN WOLFHOUND, YURI!"
"Okey, Yuri, seeet..." Boris held a dog treat in his left hand.
"YURI QUICKLY OBEYED, WAGGING HIS TAIL. BORIS HANDED HIM THE DOG TREAT."
"Stayyy..."
"YURI STAYED COMPLETELY STILL."
"Speak.."
"BORKH!" Yuri barked with a vaguely European accent. "BOR-RIH..."
"Hey!" Boris exclaimed. "He say my name!"
"Oh, sure he deed." Natasha replied.
"Steal..." Boris continued.
"YURI QUICKLY RUSHED OFFSCREEN, THEN CAME BACK, A WALLET FILLED WITH CASH IN HIS TEETH."
"Eeeevilboyyyyee..." Boris chuckled, taking the wallet, both he and Natasha giving Yuri some belly rubs. "Eesn't he such evil boy, Natasha?"
"Oh, jes, dollink..." Natasha replied. "I'm more of kittycat person, but I like dees doggy, too."
"Ju ave' mind controlink device?" Boris asked.
"Sure do, dollink, though ees vas slightly deeficult havink to start neuron-modifier—"
"OH YES, blah blah blah, so fascinatink, de science.." Boris mockingly responded while Natasha folded her arms in annoyance.
"NATASHA YANKED OUT A SMALL PIECE OF SQUARE-SHAPED MACHINERY. IT WAS MOSTLY COMPOSED OF FIBER-OPTICS AND NANOBOTS, AND WHEN SHE AND BORIS GAVE THE VOICE-OPERATED SIGNAL, THE NANOBOTS WOULD ATTACH THEMSELVES TO THE HEADS OF EVERY CANINE IN THE STADIUM, AND MESH WITH THEIR PREFRONTAL CORTEXES, EFFECTIVELY TURNING EVERY COMPETING CANINE, INTO A VERY BAD DOG...A DOG ARMY THAT WOULD FOLLOW ONLY THE COMMANDS OF FEARLESS LEADER HISSELF!"
"Ees time fo action." Natasha responded, clipping the device onto Yuri's collar.
"WELL, GOING BACK TO OUR HEROES, THEY'RE BUSY TOO, CURRENTLY THEY'RE OBSERVING THE TEETH OF THE MULTIPLE PUREBRED DOGS IN THE GROOMING PORTION OF THE CONTEST..."
"—Halitosis." Bullwinkle responded, taking his now slobber-covered head out of a massive Saint Bernard.
"—halitosis." Bullwinkle responded yet again, this time removing his head from a chow-chow.
"—Once more, halitosis." Bullwinkle removed his head from a Bichon frise. "Man, you folks really need to brush your dogs' teeth!"
"I say," the fancy, elderly woman who owned the chow chow said to Rocky. "Your moose certainly has quite the gift for dog hygiene."
"Thank you so much ma'am." Rocky replied. "Yeah, he's gifted there, but not much anywhere else."
"BULLWINKLE THEN TOOK A POODLE WEIGHED DOWN BY ITS OWN FUR, TRIMMED IT AS THOUGH IT WERE A HEDGE, THEN PROCEEDED TO GIVE HIMSELF THAT EXACT SAME HAIRSTYLE THE POODLE HAD."
"Yeah." Rocky replied.
"A-mazing!" The rich woman exclaimed.
"AT THAT MOMENT, YURI NOTICED HIS TARGETS, AND GROWLED MENACINGLY. IT APPEARS AS THOUGH THE ATHLETICS PORTION OF THE CONTEST IS STARTING NOW, AND IT ALSO APPEARS THAT BORIS AND NATASHA ARE READY TO SABOTAGE THE COMPETITION! WILL THERE BE A DOG-POCALYPSE WITH THE MIND-CONTROL DEVICE? WILL FEARLESS LEADER HAVE THE UPPER PAW IN THE SITUATION?! WILL MISTER PEABODY EVER CATCH A BREAK?!"
"...probably not..." the poor dog sighed, being covered in female dogs smelling him and licking his face. "Perhaps I should've let Sherman have a day off from school."
"—BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Don't step in that poodle!", OR "Stop trying to make "fetch" happen!"