"And now it's time for--" Rocky started to speak.

"Riverdancin' Bullwinkle!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, emerging from behind Rocky, clad in the traditional Irish trousers, shirt, and sash around his waist.

(*cue traditional Irish violin*)

Bullwinkle remained in one spot but hopped, jumped, and shuffled like his life depended on it. The crowds roared with applause, until Boris paused the Irish music CD and bought out an electric guitar.

(*cue electric guitar version of "The Irish Rover"*)

Bullwinkle was now dancing as fast as he possibly could, until eventually he busted a hole in the floor.

"AAAGH!" Bullwinkle screamed as he fell through the hole.

"THANK YOUU!" Boris exclaimed, sliding out onto the stage and slamming his guitar down.

"And now, here's something we hope you'll really like!" Rocky replied, the audience still cheering.

"I'm...okay!" Bullwinkle holllered from inside the hole. "...kinda."