"NEW ORLEANS. A CITY IN LOUISIANA FILLED WITH CULTURE, EXCITING LOCALES, AND REALLY SPICY BUT ALSO REALLY DELICIOUS FOOD! IT IS HERE, AT A SMALL RESTAURANT, ONE DAY BEFORE MARDI GRAS, THAT WE FIND ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE!"
"HAAAAHHMM…" Bullwinkle moaned, having stuffed around twenty Cajun shrimps into his gaping maw.
"C'mon, buddy, one more, ONE MORE!!" Rocky exclaimed, holding a video camera in front of poor Bullwinkle's face.
"JUST AS BULLWINKLE SHOVED THE TWENTY-FIRST SHRIMP UP HIS MOUTH, A WAITRESS SHOWED UP WITH A PITCHER OF MINT JULEP."
"--Say, aren't you guys Rocky and Bullwinkle?" The waitress asked.
"BULLWINKLE IMMEDIATELY SWALLOWED ALL TWENTY-ONE SHRIMP AND LEANED UP AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE TABLE..."
"That depends, who's askin'?" Bullwinkle tried to ask using a sly tone of voice--but tripped and fell on the floor. "--OOMPH!"
"Yep, we are one and the same!" Rocky replied, smiling and hugging Bullwinkle.
"How sweet, I've always wanted a friendship like yours..." the waitress sighed.
"Yeah if you ask me, he's a pretty great sidekick." Rocky spoke, patting Bulllwinkle on the head.
"SIDEKICK. THAT WORD STRUCK WITH BULLWINKLE AS BEING RATHER PATRONIZING. IT CONTINUED TO REMAIN STUCK TO THE POOR MOOSE EVEN AS THEY TRAVERSED PARTS OF NEW ORLEANS, SETTING UP FOR THE MARDI GRAS CELEBRATION…"
"The French Quarter..." Rocky sighed as a jazz band played in the background. "What liveliness...what great music..."
"Y-yeah.." Bullwinkle replied.
"Bullwinkle, where'd you leave the map?" Rocky asked.
"Uh…I—-" Bullwinkle tried ever so desperately to recall, but had forgotten he'd used his and Rocky's map of New Orleans…as a napkin back at the shrimp place.
"Now you went and did it!" Rocky exclaimed, exasperated with his friend. "We're lost!"
"We could…er…go in there for directions?" Bullwinkle asked.
"ROCKY DID NOT SAY ANYTHING, HE JUST ENTERED THE STRANGE BUILDING ALONG WITH BULLWINKLE."
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Hangin with my Krewe"OR, "Friends on the Other Stride"!"