Thread:Firefox20z/@comment-33774835-20190427024131/@comment-15761712-20190608211447

Clyde: Oh no! What went over the fence this time? [gets an idea] Was it Bobby?

''[Clyde's fantasy: Somehow, Bobby ended up on the other side of Mr. Grouse's fence. Clyde and Lori hold hands as they look on at Bobby, who is being held by his shirt collar by Mr. Grouse.]''

Fantasy Mr. Grouse: "My yard, my property!"

[Lori and Clyde skip off as a harp vibe plays.]

Fantasy Bobby: "Babe?"

[Fantasy ends]