The pelican shouting “Fuck you all” at the crowd;
I bum him a smoke on the way out of town.
Beavers crunch numbers. The porpoise slips and falls.
The wolf’s eyes pop out of his head.
Hijinks ensue as the wolf’s tongue rolls out;
he sees something outside the frame.
We see a reflection, a flash of the scene.
Maybe a breast. Maybe two?
He knows he’s left early but he does not know why,
his fur collar up to his ears.
The piggie is hopped up on USA-made speed.
We see something rustle behind.
Hijinks ensue as the pig’s head explodes.
He’s left standing; we don’t know his name.
We see in the background a mouse with a lever.
He grabs all the cash and then leaves. “Ooh!”