Tree. Tree tree tree tree. Peeing on tree. Peeing on tr—Squirrel? … No, guess not. Walking. Walking walking walking. Who are you? Who are you? Butt. Butt butt butt butt. Charlie! Roofus! How long has it been? I don’t know, I have no concept of time! Wait, I smell… where did you find a burrito you lucky dog? My Tall One. He left it on the small table in front of the moving light box. You scalawag! I am what I am. Hey, how’s Smuggles? In trouble. Picking on Mr Drummond again? Yep. He can’t help himself, I guess. Can’t blame him; The Box-Poopers are disgusting, the lot of them. Also, though, he’s still a little upset. You know, he’s at the age… The sleepy car ride? Yeah. I tried to warn him that, you know, he’d come back a little, uh, ‘less’ than he was. But you know how young pups can be: Think they’ll have their drag-berries forever. Yessir. I remember those days. Well, it was good to see you, but as you might have guessed by the way my Tall One is yanking on my No-Rope, I must be off. Until we nose nethers again! Indeed. … Bird. Bird bird bird. Hydrant. Peeing on hydrant.