(Or "Stop trying to make "fetch" happen!")

"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU RECALL ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE WERE JUDGING THE COMPETITORS OF THE LOCAL DOG SHOW, NOW, WE GO RIGHT BACK TO THAT SCENE WHERE BORIS AND NATASHA ARE ABOUT TO ENTER UNDER PSEUDONYMS, ALONGSIDE YURI, FEARLESS LEADER'S PET WOLFHOUND.."

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Hsung and Wendell.." Rocky told a small, elderly Asian woman with her sheepdog. "We'll keep you posted. Next up is...wait, mister, I don't think you're on the list—who even are you?"

"THE NEXT COMPETITOR JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE BORIS BADENOV, DRESSED IN A VERY NICE BLACK SUIT AND MONOCLE. NATASHA WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, WEARING A PURPLE PANTSUIT, HER HAIR PINNED UP IN A BUN, AND HOLDING YURI ON A LEASH."

"Allow me to introducing myself, de name ees Pavlov Barkinupd'wrongtrie, and I yam vorld's greatest dog...haver...guy." Boris struggled to get those last words out, then Natasha nudged him. "Oh yea, dis ees my wife, Lassie."

"Lassie?!" Rocky asked.

"—She comes from Scotland." Boris quickly clarified.

"Hmmm makes sense, makes sense..." Bullwinkle nodded.

"So, what exactly can...Yuri do?" Rocky asked, briefly pronouncing the name of the wolfhound.

"De qvestion should be, vat CAN'T YURI DO?!" "Pavlov" replied, then unhooked Yuri's leash. "Show em', boy!"

"YURI PROCEEDED TO DO ALL SORTS OF DOG TRICKS—SITTING, STAYING, ROLLING OVER, JUMPING THROUGH FLAMING RINGS, DOING BACKFLIPS, EVEN...ICE SKATING AND DOING A TRIPLE SALCHOW!"

"Now that's what I call "Yuri on ice!"!" Bullwinkle chuckled.

(*BA-DUM-TSSS!*)

"OH BROTHER, DIDN'T THINK WE'D STOOP THIS LOW TO MAKE JOKES LIKE THAT..." The narrator grumbled. "WELL ANYWAY ROCKY, BULLWINKLE, ALONG WITH THE OTHER JUDGES STARTED TALKING ABOUT WHAT KIND OF SCORE TO GIVE YURI...AFTER A PERFORMANCE LIKE THAT THEY'D HAVE TO RE-EVALUATE THE WHOLE ENTIRE SYSTEM!"

"My goodness.." Mister Peabody replied, rubbing his glasses. "After a performance like that, we'd have to re-evaluate the whole entire system!"

"AFTER A LENGTHY SESSION IN WHICH THEY DISCUSSED WHAT SCORE TO GIVE THE OTHER DOGS, A VERDICT HAD BEEN REACHED, AND AS SUCH, ALL COMPETITORS AND THEIR DOGS WERE REQUIRED TO COME BACK TO THE MAIN STADIUM FOR THEIR AWARDS..."

"O-kay..." Bullwinkle pulled out the letter with the name of the winner. "And the winner, of this year's Frostbite Falls Humane Society Dog Show, is...PONSONBY, Mister J.W. Ard's chihoo-ha!"

"THE CROWDS CHEERED AS BULLWINKLE HANDED MR. J.W.ARD A CASH-FILLED TROPHY AND PLACED A MEDAL AROUND PONSONBY'S (very tiny) NECK."

"Congratulations Mr. J.W.Ard!" Bullwinkle replied, then responded to himself, "...who in their right mind names their dog "Ponsonby"?"

"Probably the same one that named you Bullwinkle." Mr. Peabody replied.

"I—wait a minute, what're you trying to say?" Bullwinkle asked suspiciously.

"ONCE BORIS HEARD THE NEWS THAT YURI DID NOT WIN, HE WAS DISTRAUGHT."

"That's EET!" Boris exclaimed, placing a frisbee-shaped nuclear bomb into Yuri's mouth.

"Yuri...keel."

"YURI GROWLED SAVAGELY AND RAN DIRECTLY FOR BULLWINKLE AND ROCKY, BUT ONLY ROCKY NOTICED SOMETHING WAS UP...THE LABEL ON THE DISC READ "Clearly A Bomb." SO IT HAD TO BE DANGEROUS!"

"Awww he wants to play fetch..." Bullwinkle smiled.

"NO! BULLWINKLE THAT'S CLEARLY A BOMB!" Rocky shouted.

"WELL IT APPEARS ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE ARE IN THE DOGHOUSE NOW! WILL THEY ESCAPE THE THREAT OF THE NUCLEAR BOMB?! WILL FEARLESS LEADER HAVE CONTROL OVER THE WORLD?! WILL SOMEONE PUH-LEASE TAKE THOSE CUTE PUPPIES HOME WITH THEM?! Cause I totally will—I've always wanted a puppy. BE WITH US NEXT TIME AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK FOR "Atomic Dog", OR "Who let the Dogs Out?"