Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now wait a second.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

It kind of feels like there's a litter of kittens in there trying to claw their way out.

They got to you, didn't they?

More full of pity than usual.

And twelve hours a day on the Migra 2000 to keep my rear end from putting too much drag on my throat.

And doctors are all perfect, aren't they?

That wasn't it.

Well, I've made my peace with the world, and now I'm ready to face the unknown like a man.

Well, that does it.

Stand in the place where you were.

If something should happen and, well, I'm not able to enjoy life the way I'm able to now, like, well, being able to eat as many Fritos as I like, or pulling ticks off the cat, or watching bananas get those little brown spots on them.

I feel a lot better now.

Don't worry, you'll get your voice back soon.

Well, Doc, what would happen if I just left them in?

Which is so ironic because dogs are allergic to cotton candy, except of course the poodle.

They're much more courteous and quicker than taxi cabs.

They say there's no therapy.

I guess tomorrow I've got to start practicing talking out of other parts of my body.