It's So Hanna-Barberaesque

[Mise en scene: Hokey Wolf and his boon compadre, Ding-a-Ling, are sitting on a bench doing some people watching out of ennui when some tourist comes along to strike up conversation as follows--] A TOURIST, stunned: So who would YOU happen to be? HOKEY WOLD, in that Sgt. Bilko goloss of his: Kind sit, you are looking at Hokey Wolf, suave, sophisticated, and very charming himself!! Not to mention where he also heads a group of lupine divers of the SCUBA persuastion,as includes Loopy DeLoop and Mildew Wolf! Besides, who hasn't heard of sea wolves? A TOURIST, somewhat dumbstruck: I do have to admit that, for a wolf like yourself, you're so into diving as you are! HOKEY WOLF, still in Sgt. Bilko goloss: Sir, no wonder we sea wolves can't resist some serious diving every now and then! [Pointing to his companion, Ding-a-Ling] And that, my dear friend, is my boon companion and compadre, Ding-a-Ling--I call him "Ding" for convenience' sake--and he's also into the diving experience, along with Loopy's nephew Bon-Bon!! Now, Ding, say something to the curious tourist joining us! DING-A-LING, rather excitedly measured: You know, Hokey, me and Bon-Bon can't resist diving as passionately as we do, enjoying SCUBA and snorkelling! We happen to be known otherwise as the Divin' Wolf Pups, and have appeared in numerous diving experience videos like you wouldn't believe! HOKEY WOLF, ever excitable: Is it any wonder, then, that my Ding can dive with the best of 'em? A TOURIST, bewildered: And how exactly does Ding-a-Ling do it exactly?! DING-A-LING: You might say that it all started on my end at a summer camp for wayward wolves up in the Boundary Waters region of northern Minnesota in my younger days ... and there was this rather young and arrogant camper challenging us in our bunk to dive to tge bottom of the lake the camp was situated at, and holding our breath besides! He thought that the lake was probably 100 feet deep or deeper, but in my own case, I was able to dive into the lake ... and its maximum depth was probably close to 30 feet, enough to stun even the head counsellor in water sports to find that a young wolf like myself could dive so deep-- HOKEY WOLF, rejoindering: and before long, know, he would come into my own life, considering that Ding's parents were probably nowhere to be found after he was dumped at the camp just to spare the parents from further (howbeit perceived) humiliation. The rest, they say, is more or less HISTORY!!! [Aside, with Sgt. Bilkoesque snark] Could I interest you in some diving lessons, sir?

Yours till there's Colbywurst smorked sausage ...

For some reason, The Original Hungry Hungry Hippo (as it were) is going into a marathon of eating turkey sliders for much of the lunch hour--interspersed with emetics and purgatives so as to maximise the ecstasy of so eating so many sliders, to the envy of The King.

Remind you of Yogi Bear, anyone?!

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DUM-DUM, boon companion to Touché Turtle as much as Bristlehound in houseboating escapades along the Upper Mississippi River: Nothing could be more fascinating to me and Bristlehound than just lazing away a weekend on a houseboat fishing and swimming around, not to mention sampling bar and tavern fare! BRISTLEHOUND: Especially Friday-night fish fry--just picture it: a couple pieces of batter-dipped fish with a side of tartar sauce, some French fries on the side, and plenty of iced tea! Not to mention the occasional cheeseburger, especially one as has been hand formed and served on a bakery bun, steaming hot and rather juicy to boot! DUM-DUM: Nothing could be better on a summer weekend of utter mugginess!

By Invitation Only, I understand.

[Mise en scene: Over lunch in some Mexican place] PETER POTAMUS, excitedly in his own stylee: I do have to admit, kid, that there's nothing more fascinating or exciting among waster sports than diving underwater! And THIS hippo can relate from experience! MOI, trying to restrain his schoolboyish excitement: I could just imagine the feeling to be experienced ... as a matter of fact, I myself have had fantasies about some still-unexploted Polynesian island where the natives are still naked and still enjoy their diving in that manner! PETER POTAMUS, fascinated: Has it ever occured to you that yours truly can't help but have experienced such diving experiences all this time in such a fascinating world of natural and unashamed nakedness? MOI: Perhaps it muse be coincidence, no? PETER POTAMUS: I never expected such a likelihood, come to think of it! All in all, THIS hippo cannot help but find much fascination in still-uncharted islands of the Polynesian, whom still regard sex as a natural and fascinating experience! MOI, surprised: And they say you're a charming sort! PETER POTAMUS: Indeed, indeed! Which has certainly earned yours truly much in the way of trust among many uncharted and still-unknown Polynesian island kingdoms where nakedness still prevails ... amd are rather fond themselves of being in the company of dolphins! MOI: Even if it's for lovemaking, I assume. PETER POTAMUS, excited: You had BETTER BELIEVE IT! Is it any wonder that dolphins cannot resist the sensation of sex as a way of building trust and confidence, as if merely diving with dolphins wasn't fascination enough! MOI: So what did you have in mind? PETER POTAMUS: Could I interest you in maybe some diving lessons, perhaps even a diving adventure? MOI, excited-schoolboy stylee: That might be an interesting prospect! PETER POTAMUS: We can discuss it over the next few weeks ...