(Or "Don't call it Quips!")

"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST ENTERED THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIVES ALONG WITH BORIS AND NATASHA. HOWEVER, THINGS WERE A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT…."

"C'mon, Bullwinkle!" Rocky exclaimed, massaging Bullwinkle's shoulders in the locker room area. "We can't give up now!"

"But they're PULVERIZIN' us, Rock, ol' buddy!" Bullwinkle replied.

"WHILE ROCKY TRIED TO TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIS OLD FRIEND, MEANWHILE "Ivan Draggin" AND "Natalya Kikemmov"—"

"Alias Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale…" Boris whispered to the audience.

"—WERE STILL UP TO NO GOOD, DOING INTERVIEWS WITH THE PRESS—"

"Mister Draggin', what are you and Natalya planning to do with your opponents as your finishing move?" The reporter asked, a huge TV camera pointed at Boris and Natasha. "And what will you do once you win the championship?"

"Vell Meester Pressman…" Boris bought the mic closer to his face, then laughed maliciously. "Let me juhst start by sayink, I pity de sqvirrel!"

("He PITIES DE SQVIRREL!" Natasha hollered from the background.)

"Een terms of final move, ve gonna use de ultimate feeneesher…..de Pogrom Piledriver—And vhen ve vin….ohoho…." Boris continued, running his fat hands together.

"—Ve are goink to Deesneeland!" Natasha interrupted, trying to get the spotlight for at least a single moment.

"One more question before you head back in—" the announcer continued. "Are you guys Russian?"

"NO VE ARE—" Boris exclaimed, ready to defend his native Pottsylvania.

"Actually, dollink, ve are!" Natasha replied. "Uh…ve LOVE Mozer Russia!"

"Natasha…" Boris whispered. "Vat de hell are chu doink?!"

"Russians ees vay more profitable, dollink." Natasha replied.

"MEANWHILE, BACK IN ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE'S LOCKER ROOM, BULLWINKLE WAS FEELING READY TO WRESTLE ONCE AGAIN ALONGSIDE ROCKY. I MUST ASK, ROCKY, HOW'D YOU GET HIM TO TRAIN ONCE MORE?"

"Why, by playing his favorite workout music!" Rocky replied.

("Everybody" by Black Box plays)

"9,998," Bullwinkle spoke while doing one-armed pushups. "9,999….1,000!!"

"When I said it was over, you aimed at my heart

Won't be long for I'm leaving all my love

But I'll feel it forever, no sounds in my life

You can call that no livin' on my own, so free—"

"LOOK ROCK!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, lifting up an enormous weight twice his size. "I'm doin' it!"

"Oh, everybody

(Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody) Oh, everybody—"

"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Agony of Da' Feet", OR "Off on the wrong foot!"!"