(Or "13 going on Squirrely!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD SWAPPED BODIES! HOWEVER THEY WERE BOTH COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THIS, AS WELL AS COMPLETELY UNAWARE THAT THE SACK THEY'D BEEN THROWN INTO HAD NOW LANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VERY DANGEROUS LOUISIANA BAYOU…"
"Mmgh….Rock?" Bullwinkle asked, opening his eyes to his own body sitting next to him, his voice sounding…rather off. "How did I get all the way over there?"
"Why is your voice sounding like mine?" Rocky asked, his voice sounding…rather dopey? "And why are you—"
"ROCKY STARED AT HIS HANDS...THEY WERE GLOVED AND RATHER ORANGE, AND VERY MUCH NOT HIS HANDS. HE STOOD UP, PLACING THOSE HANDS ON HIS HEAD, FEELING THE HUGE YELLOW ANTLERS AND NOT HIS FLYING HELMET...IT FINALLY HIT THEM."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" Both Rocky and Bullwinkle exclaimed, both frightened that they now were inhabiting each other's bodies.
"OH THAT POOR MOOSE AND SQUIRREL. ALL THEY COULD DO FOR THE TIME BEING WAS REMAIN FRIGHTENED...AND LET'S FACE IT, IN THIS SORT OF SCENARIO, WHO WOULDN'T BE?"
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"MEANWHILE, BACK IN NEW ORLEANS, BORIS AND NATASHA WENT TO TELL FEARLESS LEADER ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO OUR HEROES.
"Fearless Leader!" Boris and Natasha exclaimed.
"Ja?!" He asked, taking in a swig of his mint julep. "Deed yu execute plen Voodoo yet?"
"We deed, but dere's a bit of problem…" Boris spoke. "See, ve used dees brain amulet, und now…er, Netesha ow do I puht dees delicately?"
"Skurrl ees müse and müse ees skurrl." Natasha spoke. "Dey svitch brains somehow…"
"Vell, VAT are yu doink steel here?!" Fearless Leader asked. "GO AFTER ZEM!!"
"Da, sir, Fearless Leader sir!" Boris and Natasha exclaimed, scrambling out of the building.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK FOR "Gator Aid" OR "Samuel Clemens"!"