I’m going to be sick. It’s an adorable abandoned… Circus clown! Good, let’s fry him up! No Ren, he’s just a lost
babe in the woods. Oh, no. The last time you adopted a circus clown,
I ended up doing all the work and I still haven’t gotten
rid of that rash! Please, Ren, please! He’s all alone in the world. And no one to shave him. To floss his toes. To stroke his soft fur. Just look at that cute little face. Well… Do you promise to feed him, burp him
and take him to his parole officer? Duh-huh. I don’t think… Rapture! Then he shall be my very own,
and I shall name him Sid. What’s shaking, Sparky? [giggling] Oh no, backyard! [whimpering] Take that phony circus act outside! I ain’t buying it. [whimpering] Oh, I see. The pink mosquito wears
the pants in this family. Fine, I’m taking it to the street. But don’t be surprised when tomorrow
you find my frozen bloated corpse rotting in the noon-day sun! Sparky. Hello, I’m George Liquor American. [aughing] [screaming] Psst, a human. Look sharp, Stimpy.
Maybe he’ll buy us. Gosh, look at the cute little rascals. Yes sir, a man needs
to share his love. You know, a man needs
the companionship of lower life forms. [music playing] Yes sir, I’ll make them champions. Worthy of the name Liquor. [music playing] [barking] Welcome home, boys. You’re gonna like it here. Hm, let’s see.
Where am I gonna put you boys? Ah-ha! What’s this crap? I’m outta here, man! [radio playing] Aw, you boys are gonna love
your old pal George Liquor. Aren’t you guys lucky to have such a kind,
loving master as I? There now. You happy?