"WELL ANOTHER EPISODE OF ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD COME TO A CLOSE BUT BULLWINKLE WAS FEELING PRETTY DISTRAUGHT BACK IN HIS DRESSING ROOM."
"Ah FIDDLESTICKS!" Bullwinkle exclaimed as he looked in the mirror.
"Something wrong, Bullwinkle?" Rocky asked, entering his room with some flowers a woman in the audience had thrown.
"Oh Rock, I can never get that silly rabbit trick right." Bullwinkle grumbled.
"Aw don't beat yourself up cause you had a bad day…" Rocky replied, placing a gentle hand on Bullwinkle's back.
"More like a few bad decades." Bullwinkle glumly replied.
"What?" Rocky replied.
"You know how long we've been doin' this whole thing?" Bullwinkle asked.
"A long time." Rocky replied. "But that's no excuse to beat yourself up. You've got other magic tricks, right?"
"Well there was this one time.." Bullwinkle began to reminisce.
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(Flashback!)
Bullwinkle, wearing his tuxedo, had a woman standing next to him atop his stage.
(Drumroll…)
"Madame…" the moose spoke, his mouth closed, moving his puffed cheeks around.
(*PTEW!*)
A saliva-covered eight of clubs shot out of his mouth…and landed right on the woman's face.
"…is THIS your card?!"
(Ta-daaa! Horn SFX)
"AIIIEEEEE!!" The woman screeched and ran off the stage.
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"Yeah, well I'm sure you've got more than just that.." Rocky replied. "But maybe you need more practice!"
"A novel idea." Bullwinkle replied, grumbling. "Maybe I need more prac—HEY! I've got it! Maybe I need more practice!"
"Yeah…brilliant deduction there."
Rocky sarcastically replied.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Abra-Cadaver!" OR "Tricks are for kids!"