At last, Rocky, Bullwinkle and Sam and Max had returned to the United States, taking with them the massive amounts of riches they'd gotten from the yetis in Shangri-La. They still had no idea how they were able to get all of that past customs, or on the plane home, even...

"Ya know Sam, uh, I mean Max, ol' buddy?" Sam asked the rabbity-thing once they'd arrived. "I'm not exactly one to reflect on our lack of a moral compass, as well as dubious and ambiguously unethical activities concerning our crime-fighting, mystery-solving careers, but I'll let this slide for this one moment. There's a lesson to be learned with this whole experience…"

"Is it…"never rip that little tag of your mattress that says "DO NOT RIP""?" Max inquired, scratching the top of his head. "Ooh, or maybe it's "don't feed them after midnight"? WAIT I GOT IT--"

"No, no, I mean that sometimes in life we have to team up with folks that are a little, how should I put this delicately, unorthodox—in order for you to reach your goals." Sam replied. "Some may be from a different era, a different geographical location, a different species haplogroup, or a different animation style, even an entirely different genre, but they can in fact still be the best of friends, despite these various oddities."

"Ditto." Rocky spoke. "You fellas are perhaps the most unorthodox people we've ever met in our lives! But I'm glad we could share this adventure, as well as the treasure."

"I cannot believe I'm sayin' this but I'm actually gonna miss you guys!" Max hugged both Rocky and Bullwinkle.

"Maybe our paths will cross again, Freelance Police..." Bullwinkle sighed.

"WOAH, WOAH! HOLD EVERYTHING FELLAS!" The narrator exclaimed, having just arrived on the scene by taxi. "WELL THAT CONCLUDES THIS EPISODE, MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EPISODE OF--AAAAGH!"

The narrator had fainted, and Max had kicked him right where it counts.

"I thought I told you get LOST, fool!" Max exclaimed.

End….?