"ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST TRAVELED TO 1969 WITH MR. PEABODY TO VISIT PERHAPS THE GREATEST CONCERT IN THE KNOWN WORLD--NOT JUST ANY CONCERT, BUT--"
"WOODSTOCK!" Rocky and Bullwinkle exclaimed in unison. Both were wearing tie dye, with long haired wigs, blue jeans, peace sign necklaces and John Lennon glasses in order to blend in.
"Like, its gonna be GROOVY, MAN!" Bullwinkle exclaimed.
"Far out!" Rocky replied.
"I don't get it Mister Peabody." Sherman spoke. "When you said we were going to a concert, I thought you meant Coachella."
"Oh Sherman my dear boy," Peabody spoke before putting on his late-60's hippie outfit. "Coachella is but a mere open mic-night at a local coffee house compared to what we are about to witness."
("All along the Watchtower" plays)
"Hey, who's that guy up there?" Sherman asked. "His guitar sounds cool!"
"That'd be Jimi Hendrix, Sherman," Peabody spoke. "Around this time he was known for his album, "The Jimi Hendrix Experience". After Woodstock, Hendrix will become one of the most influential guitar players of the 20th Century, with his music living on for generations."
"Awesome, I wanna see him after the show!" Sherman replied.
"I'm pretty sure you don't." Peabody replied.
"Why's that?" Sherman asked, scratching his head nearest his red-haired bangs.
"Sherman, we lived through the 60's, Bullwinkle and I," Rocky spoke, placing a paw on Sherman's neck. "Let's just say they don't call it the "Era of Free Love" for no reason."
"What?" Sherman pondered, still not getting it.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Reefer Gladness" OR "I think I'm a clone now!"