(Or "Fraud's Not Dead!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST DISCOVERED THE LOST CITY OF ATLANTIS!"
"You mean Atlanta." Bullwinkle replied.
"IM' QUITE CERTAIN IT'S ATLANTIS." The narrator replied. "ANYWAY, THE MOOSE AND SQUIRREL, AFTER GETTING AIR BUBBLES ON THEIR HEADS TO BREATHE UNDERWATER, NOW STOOD BEFORE THE ANCIENT KING OF ATLANTIS, LORD NAUTILUS."
"Like, presenting his most gnarly, most bodaciousness...the BIGGEST KAHUNA IN CREATION," a merman clad in a shark tooth necklace with beachy waves spoke. "HIS ROYAL GNARLY-NESS, LORD NAUTILUS!"
"THE MERMEN CHEERED AS NAUTILUS EMERGED, WEARING LONG, BLONDE DREADLOCKS, HIS BODY COVERED IN TATTOOS. HE GAVE A SURFER SIGN WITH HIS HANDS, THEN APPROACHED ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE."
"Like, greetings you gnarly pounders, what brings you on this most excellent day to my domicile?" Asked the California-accented royal merman.
"Hi your majesty!" Rocky bowed before the lord of Atlantis. "I'm Rocky and this is Bullwinkle. We're from the land."
"LANDDWELLERS?!" Nautilus gasped in shock.
Every Atlantean gasped at the very notion.
"GUAAAARDS!" Nautilus called.
"W-what are you doing, sir?" Rocky asked, both he and Bullwinkle were quite fearful at the moment.
"Like, since you HODADS come from the land, I like, hearby sentence you two dudes to DEATH!" Lord Nautilus exclaimed, then continued, "DEATH….IN THE ARENA!"
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"MEANWHILE, IN A SECRET BOAT LOCATION SOMEWHERE NEAR ATLANTIS, FEARLESS LEADER HAD ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING TO TELL BORIS AND NATASHA…"
"BADENOV, FATALE!" Fearless Leader called yet again.
"Da, Fearless Leader?" Both Boris and Natasha replied, saluting their superior.
"I've called yu here to mein undervater lair to tell yu…" Fearless Leader cleared his throat. "You're fired."
"VAT?!" Boris and Natasha exclaimed in unison.
"Ja, ower de past few years or so, your abeelities to git moose and sqvirrel deadski have PLUMMETED!" FL explained, pulling up a chart with the two spies and the year 1959-the present day. "Anyvay, your new replacements vill be here…uh…right now."
"AT THAT EXACT MOMENT, TWO PEOPLE—A MALE AND A FEMALE, CAME DOWN FROM A SMALL HATCHDOOR IN THE CEILING. THE MALE WAS RELATIVELY SHORT YET STILL QUITE HANDSOME WITH BRUNETTE HAIR AND A TUXEDO. THE FEMALE PRETTY MUCH LOOKED LIKE NATASHA, EXCEPT SHE WORE A SKIN-TIGHT BLACK CATSUIT, THIGH-HIGH BOOTS AND GLOVES, AND SHE WAS BLONDE WITH LONG, WAVY HAIR."
"Ah, Privyet, Fearless Leader…." The tall, slim female spoke.
"PRIVYET, BESTRASHNYY LIDER!" The man spoke in a surprisingly gruff Pottsylvanian accent.
"Oh, don't mind him…" the woman spoke. "He no zpeak Engleesh…"
"Guten Tag, agents Sonovavich and Lynchski…" Fearless Leader spoke. "I'm wery glad yu could make eet…"
"Oh no…" Natasha gulped, walking back, feeling rather embarrassed. "Not zat man…"
"Vait, yu know heem?" Boris asked.
"Ees my ex-boyfriend." Natasha replied then gulped again. "…Mikhail Sonovavich."
"VAT?!" Boris exclaimed in disbelief.
"--NATALYA?!" Mikhail exclaimed as well. "Eto ty?!"
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Turn that drown upside down" OR "What the Mikhail is goin' on?!"!"