Finally, three days later, Rocky and Bullwinkle and Sam and Max had reached the very summit of Mount Everest.
"The city of Shangri-La should be riiiight….HERE!" Sam exclaimed, proudly waving his arms. "TA-DAAA……."
The others watched as the perpetual blizzard whipped around the dog. Their ears popped due to the pressure and air volume at such a tall height.
"Sam there's nothin' here but snow and ice, and….ice-covered snow…." Rocky spoke, shivering despite the warmth of his jacket. "And, wait, what's this yellow-colored snow?"
Before Rocky could even touch it, he turned to view Max…taking a leak right then and there.
"Sorry!" The lagomorph exclaimed. "Hah, couldn't hold it much longer!"
"….nice." Rocky sarcastically remarked.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled with the footsteps of presumably a very large creature. Rocky, Sam and Max all huddled around Bullwinkle, perhaps the dog was hoping to use him as a ungulate shield of a sort.
"This is presumably a very large creature, pals..." Sam spoke, gazing around very slowly with the others.
"Oh ya think?!" Rocky exclaimed.
"Yes, so we must be ever so cautious...and not move a single muscle..." Sam gulped as the creature snorted, somehow having been alerted to their presence. "And not speak a single word at all because they know when they've been found..."
"Ohhhhh, y'mean like you're doing right now?" Max hollered.
"Chowderhead..." Sam grumbled.