Okay. Let's go see Salt Pepper, oog. Hey, Salt. Die. "Wha-" slitch "Oh, god, god," Tough it out. Mrs. Pepper, you're next, but that dog of yours is pulling on my skin. Let's go outside, people. Okay, we're walking. Hey, it's Bucket and Scooper. Hi. Bye. Listen, I don't want to talk to you. Oh, here's our picnic basket. And all of our ahem "friends". Let's go on a killing spree. Slitch slitch sploosh. I never did really like them, anyway. Let's keep on walking. Doot doo doo doot doot doot doot doo. Oh hey, a tree. Hello. Mr. Owl. Die. Blam. Owchies. That ought to hurt. Grenades DO hurt, I hear. Ooh, I think I found a clue! "No that's a—" Shut up! Shut—up! Uh oh. There's a big tree around it! What do we do? "Go around it!" Shut up! We have to climb over it! One, hup, two. Oops! The dog is dead. Oh well, it's not like the show was named after him, anyway. Ah, we're there. There is the clue, it's on a gun. What could blue want to do with me…and a gun?