"And now it's time for—" Rocky spoke.

"TIME FOR SWORD-SWALLOWIN' BULLWINKLE, THE SWAMI OF SHOWMANSHIP!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, now wearing a turban and with an Arabian-themed curtain backdrop behind him.

"Oh great…" Rocky groaned. "This again?"

"Just gotta…." Bullwinkle pulled out a salt shaker and salted a massive cutlass. Then he opened his mouth as wide as a snake swallowing its prey. "Shove it up there real quick and—DAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! MY ESOPHAGUS!"

"FOR THE SAKE OF SQUEAMISHNESS WE WILL NOT SHOW WHAT BULLWINKLE HAS JUST DONE TO HIS POOR THROAT…"

"Now here's….Oohh…" Rocky groaned. "Something we hope you'll really like….I'll get the bandages.."

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Dudley Do-Right in: "Space Jam-ada"

"OH GOOD GOLLY! THE MOUNTIE BASE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY MUSCULAR ALIENS WHICH WANT TO RULE CANADA! BUT DUDLEY DO-RIGHT HAD A PLAN…"

"Listen up you muscle-bound feinds!" Dudley exclaimed. "You can take our country……but only if you manage to defeat us in a game of BASKETBALL!"

"We accept yo' challenge, dude." One of the aliens spoke in a very deep voice.

"YEAH!" Another alien, this one was neon blue and had a flattop exclaimed. "But like, we totally stole the talents of Steve Nash, Vince Carter, AND WAYNE GRETSKY, so we got y'all at an unfair advantage…HAH!"

"AS THE ALIENS LEFT THE BUILDING, A STRANGELY FEARFUL SNIDELY APPROACHED DUDLEY."

"I sure hope you know what you're doing, Do-Right…" Snidely spoke, sheepishly. "I didn't team up with you, Nell and Horse for one episode for me to die…"

"Oh, that's no trouble at all, Snidely!" Dudley replied, patting him on the back. "We'll send these aliens packing with a good ol' fashioned basketball game!"

"D-Dudley, you do know how to play, correct?" Nell asked.

"Why of COURSE, Nell!" Dudley replied.

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"WITHIN AN INSTANT, DUDLEY, NELL, HORSE AND SNIDELY HAD ALL ARRIVED AT THE BASKETBALL STADIUM, READY TO THROW DOWN AGAINST THOSE ALIENS."

"Dudley…what on EARTH are you wearing?!" Nell asked.

"WHILE NELL, SNIDELY AND HORSE WORE BASKTBALL UNIFORMS AND JERSEYS, DUDLEY….wore a full-on hockey suit and gear."

"Nell, my sweet, isn't this what EVERY basketball player wears?" Dudley asked, awkwardly shuffling around on the wood flooring in his skates. "You lot are severely underdressed!"

"AND SO, THE BASKETBALL GAME BEGAN…DUDLEY DRIBBLED TO NELL WHO PASSED IT TO SNIDELY, THEN SNIDELY MADE A GOAL AND DISGUISED THE BALL AS A BOMB TO ONE OF THE ALIENS. HORSE THEN PASSED THE REAL BALL OVER TO NELL, AND EVENTUALLY AFTER A NUMBER OF SHOTS WERE MADE, ONE OF THE ALIENS CAUGHT ONTO THIS MANEUVER AND TRIED TO PREVENT YET ANOTHER POINT FROM BEING MADE."

"See if y'all can get past THIS, BABE!" A tall, muscular, neon-orange alien blocked Nell from making a shot.

"Did you just call me….BABE?!" Nell exclaimed, now very enraged.

"NELL LEAPT ONTO THE ALIENS, SHOVING THEM TO THE GROUND WITH HER FEET AND USING THEIR MUSCULAR, MULTI-COLORED BODIES AS A PERFECT STEPLADDER TO REACH THE BASKETBALL HOOP, DUNKING IT IN WITH ALL HER STRENGTH."

"Don't ever call me…babe." Nell replied, blowing back a strand of her red hair.

"THE CLOCK WAS TICKING AND THE FINAL SCORE HAD TO BE MADE."

"Do-Right.." Snidely spoke, handing Dudley the basketball. "Make the shot, or I'll BLOW UP THE BASE!"

"Will do, Snidely!" Dudley took the ball and started dribbling it down the court. "You promise, ri—"

"NO promises…" Snidely chuckled, crossing two fingers behind his back.

"USING THE ALIENS LIKE STEPS BASED ON SIZE, DUDLEY WALKED ON THEIR HEADS AND WAS ABLE TO DUNK A PERFECT TWO-POINTER, EFFECTIVELY MAKING HIS TEAM THE WINNERS! WITH THE ALIENS HAVING BEEN DEFEATED, DUDLEY IMMEDIATELY YANKED OUT HIS ICE SKATES."

"Now, who's for HOCKEY?!" Dudley asked. "It is, after all, the TRUE Canadian sport!"

End.

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"And now, back to the show!"