Rocky and Bullwinkle along with Sam and Max were unceremoniously flung into the jail cell in the Shangri-La palace. The jail cell was made entirely of ice that couldn't be melted with any sort of flame, so anyone thrown in would be stuck in there for quite some time.
"This is just great..." Bullwinkle groaned. "Now how the heck are we gonna get outta here?!"
"I'm not sure...my tail is frozen but I think I could still be able to fly..." Rocky shivered, looking around the prison walls.
"Say this might be a great time to use the ol' point-n'-click adventure game skills!" Max smiled.
"Great idea pal! Use…rope…with…rubbed chicken?" Sam spoke, looking at an actual rubber chicken lying in the middle of the cell. "Use…icicle with…rope?"
"Use my butt...with rope?" Max inquired, giggling.
"I can't pick that up." Sam remarked.
This went on for some time, and Max gave more and more annoying responses that greatly frustrated Rocky.
"How about you use my ASS with that rope!" Max cackled.
"I can't pick that up."
"Why don't ya use my CROTCH with your--" Max giggled before being interrupted by Rocky.
"How about…" Rocky grumbled, gritting his teeth. He quickly lifted up his own foot, his eyebrows furrowing. "Use, MY FOOT, with ANNOYING LITTLE RABBIT!"
Rocky immediately SLAMMED his foot onto Max's own left foot, causing the rabbity-thing to vomit up...dynamite?!
"Great thinking squirrel!" Max hugged Rocky. "Forgot I swallowed this dynamite. Hey! Maybe you ain't so weird after all!"
Rocky smiled at the little rabbit and pulled out a match. He immediately lit it and set the dynamite ablaze, quickly pushing it outside the bars.
"ATTICAAAAAA!!" Max hollered, he, Sam, Bullwinkle and Rocky hunkered down.
(*KATHOOOOM!*)
The entirety of the jail cell had exploded creating a huge hole for the boys to escape through, and escape they did.
"Heh, that explosion sounded remarkably like Sam on taco tuesday!" Max remarked.
"You crack me up little pal!" Sam picked up the rabbit.