Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for April 25, 1996
Transcript:
How do I look? Like a Martian matador. When my senorita Dotty-dog sees me standing down death in the guise of a rampaging ball, she will be mine! Gee, not a bull in sight... Although methinks I do hear some. Ole! Ole! No way! No way! Those CO2 pellets up your nose are very convincing!