It's So Hanna-Barberaesque

DOTTIE, in her attic laboratory, reviewing a strand of human hair in a microscope: One thing I couldn't help but be amazed at with this piece of hair you sent over for analysis-- LARRY, taking note of Dottie's remarks: So what exactly is it, Dottie? DOTTIE: It may surprise you to know, Larry, that the slick look of the hair, which was of a moderate brown colour--by all appearances, natural--came about by way of a mineral oil-based hair tonic, the kind as brings about a "gigolo" sort of look. But let's not get too overworked on sterotypes. PEPPER: I can understand the point, Dottie. Did the mineral oil hair tonic have any sort of obvious odor? DOTTIE: No, not really. Its greasiness is more or less the real giveaway in a crowd. PEPPER: Dottie, point taken. But then again, aren't there less-obvious-looking brands of hair tonic out there? DOTTIE: Pepper, have you considered where our suspect chosoe the mineral oil hair tonic just because it may have been the cheapet available? LARRY: I never gave it much thought, come to think of it ...

--Super Snooper

MAW RUGG "herself," taking stock of my naked body: Ahh, what an interestin' lookin' body that is ... and I can't help but notice how substantial your penis is in my presence! MOI: Thanks for the hospitality, indeed! MAW RUGG: After all, I couldn't have been happier since forsaking Paw Rugg some while ago; he was just getting rather lazy and no account! But still, since they're expecting a nice cool breeze this evening, I thought I'd keep a window open for the sake of some comfort during our little hootenanny tonight! No wonder we bears can't resist offering such hospitality as we do ... now how about we get into my bed and getting this thing started! [At any rate, Maw Rigg lay in the bed upon her back, and I atop her, followed by some rather fascinating findling of her breasts and belly which she found delightful. And as I presented my penis inside her vagina--] MOI, whispering to Maw: OK, we've taken off our clothes ... I'm laying on top of you ... how long till it starts feeling-- [Whereupon ejaculatory issue begins releasing itself into Maw Rugg's vagina most warm and delightful, much to her ursine delight as evident in moans of approval and satisfaction. Before long, the penis softens and slips out of Maw, with quite the leak of ejaculate flowing from her vagina, creating a puddle of ejaculate on the bedshee ...] MAW RUGG, whispering in my ear: Awww ... wasn't there a more satisfying experience you gave me than just now? It's just the sort of hospitality we hillbillies are rather fond of sharing! What could have been more satisfying? MOI, delighted: I couldn't help but have felt more satisfied when I made love like I did just now! And nothing could have felt more delightful! MAW RUGG: How about joining me in some rest with me? [You can guess the rest]

doing one of their tourist-town concerts and, for some spontaneous reason, pulled off a cover of Klaatu's 1977 hit "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft," and awaiting the response from the audience.

[And a rather interesting audience it was, with both utterly naked, and proud of said nakedness!] PETER POTAMUS, with sheer fascination: I just can't help but believe that for a kid of your age-- HIS MAJESTY: I happen to be ten years of age. PETER POTAMUS, stunned by the revelation: TEN YEARS OLD?!! Now isn't THAT incredible! HIS MAJESTY: You won't believe this, but I went unto the throne barely two months ago, when my elderly father died rather suddenly ... and as the Crown Prince, so to speak, I promptly became the King of these very islands! PETER POTAMUS: Pretty amazing that a kid just ten years old could become King, and without the agency of a Prince Regent! And especially when it's likely you have yet to experience exploratory sex! HIS MAJESTY: But then again, having a few young girls around to keep you company, sexually and otherwise, is quite a fascinating thing! Just the other day, in fact, I led two of my lovers into quite the dive in the royal lagoon, and you couldn't he;lp but feel rather fascinated just wearing yourself, and just feeling so good underwater!! PETER POTAMUS: And without feeling any short of shame besides! HIS MAJESTY: Which is how we enjoy it!

Unga-unga bunga!!! So refreshing ... so relaxing ... what better could be asked for? What could be more exciting than make love underwater with Taffy, so naked and so free ... aaaahhhh ... Cavey release love offering into lake big time, feels so wonderful ... what more Cavey ask?

What could be a more fascinating kind of Polynesian beach house to Peter Potamus and such kin as may be joining him, especially with its being but a short walk to the lagoon for some swimming or diving?

HARDY HAR HAR, ever the myopic one: Oh me ... oh my ... is nothing ever sacred when it comes to diving with you, Lippy? LIPPY THE LION, getting to the point: Listen, Hardy, diving is something which is best considered fun and enjoyable! Which is more or less the mantra behind the Peter Potamus Good Time Divers, and (in the immortal words of Quick Draw McGraw), "don't you forget it--!!!" HARDY HAR HAR: What exactly is there to forget, to begin with exactly? LIPPY THE LION, somewhat irate to the point of "meaning business": Maybe after we catch our breath, Hardy, we're going back into the water to do our underwater bonding exercise, complete with mutual thigh sex to reinforce the bond! HARDY HAR HAR: I could never be one to understand just how underwater thigh sex could be a exercise in reinforcing our trust and friendship over all these years, Lippy ... LIPPY THE LIPON: Just make sure you don't forget the importance of these exercises! HARDY HAR HAR: Let alone whetrher such has the desired effect!