"AH MINNESOTA, WITH ITS STRANGELY-SHAPED ROOFTOPS AND CANDY FLOWERS AND—wait, what the HECK?! THIS IS NOT MINNESOTA! AND WHERE'S BULLWINKLE, ROCKY?!"

"I'm not sure!" The little squirrel replied. "Last I recall we were testing Mr. Peabody's weather machine, we created a huge tornado, and now—"

"ROCKY GESTURED TO HIS AND BULLWINKLE'S HOUSE, NOW COMPLETELY WRECKED FROM SAID TORNADO. MR. PEABODY EMERGED FROM SAID WRECKAGE, CLEANING OFF HIS GLASSES THEN WALKING AWAY FROM THE HOUSE."

"Wait, mister PEABODY!!" Rocky exclaimed, rushing down the road after the dog.

"This all seems highly illogical in a number of ways—I shall execute a few calculations…." The dog yanked out a calculator, not hearing the squirrel calling him.

"WELL THIS IS GETTING VERY WEIRD, MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Over the Pain-bow" OR "Hello Yellow Brick Road"!"