(Or "Queasy Rider!")

"LAST TIME AS YOU CAN RECALL, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST ESCAPED THE ONCOMING THREAT OF A VICIOUS LOUISIANA ALLIGATOR, AS WELL AS THE THREAT OF NUCLEAR ANNIHILATION. THEY THANKFULLY GOT AWAY, AND WERE NOW SOMEWHERE IN MISSISSIPPI—IN A CAR THEY'D PURCHASED FOR A LOW PRICE, EN ROUTE TO AN AIRPORT TO GET ON A PLANE HEADED TO FLORIDA—"

"Say, Bullwinkle, I think it's those guys again.." Rocky spoke, gazing out the back window of the e vehicle.

"—STILL BEING PURSUED BY BORIS AND NATASHA."

"Well then I'll let em' cross in front of us!" Bullwinkle replied. "It's just the neighborly thing to do!"

"BULLWINKLE DID SO, AND ONCE BORIS AND NATASHA WERE IN FRONT OF THE MOOSE AND SQUIRREL, THEY BEGAN ANOTHER NEFARIOUS TRICK TO PREVENT THEM FROM MAKING IT TO FLORIDA..."

"But ow' ve get reed of em'?" Boris asked.

"HIS ANSWER, WOULD COME FROM THE MOST UNLIKELY SOURCE..."

"—Oh, dollink, I sink I may ave' overdone it a leetle on Cajun shrimp cocktail sauce." Natasha sighed, feeling a little sick, rubbing her growling stomach—the tiniest bit bloated due to the adverse effects of the shrimp. She then placed a hand to her mouth and groaned. "Ees like VAR goink on een tummy...*hhurk!* and ees comink up."

"Dat's eet! Natasha, lean you head out de window, und just let it out..." Boris smiled, rubbing his chubby little hands together.

"Vhy?" Natasha asked, gulping. "Aren't...*hUURK*...Aren't moose und squirrel back there een car?"

"JUST DO EET!" Boris replied.

"AND WITH THAT, NATASHA UNCEREMONIOUSLY LEANED HER HEAD OUT THE WINDOW AND FOR THAT MOMENT JUST ABOUT TOSSED OUT HER DIGNITY..."

(*"BLEEEEEEEECH-SKI!*")

"—AS WELL AS HER COOKIES."

(*KER-SPLAT!*)

"Is that...VOMIT?!" Rocky exclaimed. "That's so GROSS—it's all over the windshield, Bullwinkle!"

"Hmmm...a bold spicy scent...might be cayenne pepper...chunks of shrimp and skins here and there, and, Ooh, do I detect some mint julep as well?" Bullwinkle stared at the vomit, as though he were at a wine tasting (thankfully he did not eat it).

"BULLWINKLE! Now you're gonna make ME throw up!!" Rocky replied, super disgusted. "And who even eats the skin anyway?"

"SO-RRY!" Bullwinkle replied, somewhat angered. "BUT I KNOW A GOOD PUKE WHEN I SEE ONE!!"

"AAAGH!" Rocky groaned. "Just use the COTTON PICKIN' WINDSHIELD WIPERS ALREADY!!"

"BORIS LAUGHED AS THE MOOSE AND SQUIRREL USED THE WIPERS TO GET THE VOMIT OFF, EFFECTIVELY CAUSING TRAFFIC BEHIND THEM. BUT POOR NATASHA WAS FEELING WORSE FOR WEAR...PERHAPS IT WAS BECAUSE SHE LIKED EATING ENTIRE SHRIMPS—TAILS AND EVERYTHING—AND EVERYBODY KNOWS THE HUMAN BODY IS INCAPABLE OF DIGESTING CHITIN, OR MAYBE IT WAS DUE TO THE FACT SHE COULDN'T EAT SHRIMP TO BEGIN WITH, THANKS TO IT ALWAYS GIVING HER A VIOLENT STOMACH BUG."

"Vell done Natasha—your stomach contents vill keep dem busy for a vhile..." Boris laughed.

"Boris, I truly love ju, but right now, I sink ju are vile, horrible leetle ma—*BLEEEECH-SKI AGAIN!*—an." Natasha replied, vomiting yet again, then she also gave a small belch. "So sorry, dollink."

"—aw, RASKOLNIKOV, EES ALL OVER MY COOOOOOAT!!" Boris replied, wringing the shrimp puke from his coat. "Ju FEENISHED vit' pukink guts up, Natasha?"

"Jes, dollink. Ees last of stomach acid." Natasha replied, belching once more. She turned on her side, massaging her now emptied stomach. "ohhhhhhh..."

"Honeybun..." Boris started to rub her side. As evil as he was, seeing his partner not feeling well made his tender side come out. "Ees okay...tsssshhhhh...ve gonna make eet. Ju rest up now, and later ve keel them."

"Sank ju, Boris..." Natasha replied. "But ju steel owe me beeg time for vomit out vindow."

"Sharrup you sick mouth." Boris replied. "Jus' relax and I git throw up medicine."

"LATER THAT EVENING, OUR TWO HEROES DECIDED TO BUNK DOWN IN THE WOODS FOR THE EVENING, SO THEY PULLED THEIR CAR OVER AT A CAMPSITE, AND STARTED ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS AND DISCUSSING TOPICS OF GREAT IMPORTANCE..."

"Ya know, Rock?" Bullwinkle asked. "How come Dudley Do-Right gets a ride at Universal and we don't? His cartoon wasn't even half as popular as ours."

("Uh, actually, his cartoon—" the narrator started.)

"Hey, look Bullwinkle, I totally agree with what you're saying, I mean—we could've done a cameo, but it's what the theme park guys wanted to do. Besides, I think Brendan Fraser did a great job of bringin' him to the big screen. Just like George of the Jungle." Rocky replied, blowing on a marshmallow he was roasting. "Now uh, how d'ya like your s'mores? Lightly toasted?"

"Sorry, but no thanks, Rock.." Bullwinkle replied, shoving a whole stick of burnt marshmallow cream blob in his huge moose mouth. "I'm more of an extra-crispy man."

"Jeez that was a lot of marshmallow." Rocky replied.

"What can I say? I'm a moose." Bullwinkle chuckled.

"MEANWHILE OVER IN SOME OTHER PART OF THE WOODS, THE TREES SHOOK, THE GROUND RUMBLED, THE ANIMALS FLED IN TERROR..."

"Uh, Bullwinkle?" Rocky asked.

"Yeah?" Bullwinkle replied.

"BULLWINKLE WAS COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THE MASSIVE, HAIRY, FOUL-SMELLING APE-LIKE BEAST A FEW INCHES BEHIND HIM THAT WAS GROWLING AND SALIVATING AT THE SIGHT OF THE MOOSE."

"Say, what's the narrator all on about a nasty smellin' thing and—oh, he's right behind me, yeah, Rock?"

"Yep." Rocky replied, then screamed. "IT'S BIGFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!"

(*"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRGH!!*")

"YES IT WAS BIGFOOT, ALRIGHT, OR RATHER THE SKUNK APE, THE BIGFOOT OF THE SOUTH, DUE TO ITS FOUL ODOR. WELL IT LOOKS LIKE ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE NOW HAVE A NEW FRIEND...OR IS IT A FOE? WILL THEY ESCAPE THE DEADLY BIGFOOT? WILL THEY GET TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS IN TIME FOR THEIR SUMMER VACATION? OR WILL BORIS AND NATASHA KEEL THEM AT LAST? TUNE IN NEXT TIME AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK, BROADCASTED FROM UNIVERSAL STUDIOS ORLANDO, FOR "Sasquatch B'gosh", OR "I'm putting my (Big)foot down!"!"