(Or, "Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie A Moose After Midnight!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME AS YOU CAN PROBABLY RECALL, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD SIGNED UP FOR A ROLLER DISCO CONTEST, BUT SO DID BORIS AND NATASHA, IN AN ATTEMPT TO WIN THE COVETED "Disco Duck" AND UTILIZE ITS FUNK-GRANTING POWERS TO RULE THE WORLD! THE NEXT ROUND OF SKATING CAME UP, AND BOTH PARTIES WERE MORE THAN DETERMINED TO MEET THEIR GOALS..."
"You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round
You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down"
"Oh boy, Bullwinkle, I'm really feelin' the groove!" Rocky exclaimed as he skated backwards, using his large squirrel tail as a way to balance himself.
"Yeah!" Bullwinkle replied. "Me too, buddy!"
"There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round
Oww, we want the funk, give up the funk"
"Hey Rocky!" Bullwinkle told the squirrel, skating in front of him. "Watch what I can do!"
The moose immediately did a handstand, but didn't even notice that Natasha was right there, about to toss an explosive down his pants.
"OI!" Natasha exclaimed as Bullwinkle knocked her to the side.
Since Natasha could potentially be out of the competition, Boris quickly rushed over and held his super-tall girlfriend back up.
"I gotcha, honeybun!" Boris replied, lifting Natasha.
"Sanks, dollink!" Natasha replied once she got back on her feet.
"Oww, we need the funk, we gotta have the funk
Oww, we want the funk, give up the funk
Oww, we need the funk, we gotta have the funk"
Rocky and Bullwinkle skated past a series of cones, easily going around all of them. They high-fived, then Rocky skated under Bullwinkle's legs.
"You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round
You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round"
"I take zem out now, for REAL!" Boris grumbled, yanking out a pair of nunchucks.
The little man was surprisingly limber as he leapt into the air, wielding said nunchucks.
"HAAAAAAIIIIII—" Boris exclaimed, spinning the nunchucks around.
"OH MAN, ROCKY!" Bullwinkle replied. "A PENNY!" The moose quickly bent down to grab the penny, just as Boris sailed over his head.
"We're gonna turn this mother out
We're gonna turn this mother out
You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down"
(*KER-BLAMMO!*)
"—yah." Boris replied, his voice a little muffled since he landed in the disco ball (thankfully it was still working).
"I gotchu, dollink..." Natasha reached up and pulled her small boyfriend from the disco ball.
"There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round
You've got a real type of thing goin' down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' 'round"
"OKAYYY!!" The announcer exclaimed. "We're down to our last two competitors! This moose and squirrel..."
"Yay." The crowd cheered.
"—And these...uh...super white foreign guys!"
"—BOOOOOO!!" Everyone exclaimed at Boris and Natasha.
"These two are gonna compete head to head in the final challenge: Couples and Duo skating! The last couple or duo standing wins!" The announcer hollered.
"WELL, EVER SINCE THEY HEAD ABOUT THE NEXT LEG OF THE CONEST, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE BEGAN PRACTICING THE KIND OF MOVES THEY WERE GONNA DO ONE MORE TIME. BUT BORIS AND NATASHA WERE ALSO PRACTICING THEIR MOVES AS WELL..."
"FIVE, SEEHX, SEWEN EIGHT!" Boris clapped his hands in rhythm. "NOW BOMB' EM!"
"NATASHA IMMEDIATELY RAISED HER ARMS AND MOVED LIKE SHE WAS THROWING AN EXPLOSIVE."
"NOW PUNCH EM'!" Boris replied as Natasha did just that, with all the strength of a pro boxer. "Now REEGOR MORTIS!" Natasha immediately folded her arms like a corpse, falling to the ground.
"How vas dat, dollink?" Natasha asked.
"Ees pretty gut." Boris replied. "NOW DO DAT SEELY SQVAT DANCE DAT CERTAINLY NOT BEINK FROM RUSSIA!"
"Da!" Natasha immediately began squatting and sticking out her legs in rhythm.
"TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR "Die-MCA", OR "The Village Creep-ple!"