(Or "The Rocky-fire Squirrel-splosion'!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST LOCKED WITHIN THE OLD BULLWINKLE'S RESTAURANT, IN AN ATTEMPT TO PROVE THERE WAS NOTHING SCARY ABOUT IT. AND HOW IS IT GOING, BOYS?"
"—NOT GOOD AT ALL!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, grabbing Rocky as tightly as he could.
"B-BULLWINKLE!" Rocky gasped for breath. "YOU'RE—(KOFF!)—CHOKING ME!"
"Oh, sorry buddy…" Bullwinkle released Rocky from his grasp, the little squirrel wheezed.
"IT SEEMS THAT THE ANIMATRONIC VERSIONS OF OUR BOYS, AS WELL AS DUDLEY DO-RIGHT AND UNDERDOG, IN FACT, CAME TO LIFE AFTER DARK! AND SO, THEY HUDDLED IN THE KITCHEN FOR SAFETY..."
"We'll just stay here...until morning..." Rocky shivered as he looked out the kitchen door and saw animatronic Bullwinkle roaming the halls and holding his guitar.
"There's all the pizza I can eat!" Bullwinkle smiled, eating a pizza which suspiciously was covered in cobwebs. "BLEEECH!" He vomited off-screen. "I dunno what they put in THAT thing!"
"Okay, okay gotta think..." Rocky pondered to himself. "What can destroy those things?"
"I dunno but I'm havin' a soda." Bullwinkle opened a can of Tab, gulping the whole thing down in a second.
"Hokey Smokes, that's it!" Rocky exclaimed, grabbing a pack of soda. "We're gonna pour soda on those freaks..."
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK FOR "The Rock-culty"!" OR "The Grim Adventures of Bullwinkle and Rocky!"