Frisky Dingo

So, did you think you'd end up here?

Killface: What? When?

The night the...

Oh, that night. No. God, no.

Thought we were all dead.

Both: No!

Look what you did!

Yes.

Killface: Would've died, too,

if those couplings hadn't melted.

'Cause your plan was to push the Earth into the sun, right?

No, obviously not, because, you know...

end result.

The Annihilatrix pushed the Earth

just barely away from the sun.

I mean, we're literally talking 3 feet.

Well, about -- about a meter.

He's from Holland.

Yeah.

Just enough to stop global warming,

if you can believe that.

That was the plan,

because God was too busy to help.

"Hello, this is God."

Yes, hello, it's Earth. Can you cure global warming?

Click.

You know, so...

Am I a hero?

Yeah.

You have to realize,

this came right on the heels of Baby Lamont.

I mean, until then, who really cared about global warming?

Al Gore and the bong-water brigade, that's who cared.

Hippies.

But Baby Lamont changed all that.

The debate over global warming heats up as...

...still stranded on that ice float.

Rapper Taqu'il made headlines today,

but not the good kind like you want.

First of all, I was down with global warming

way before Baby Lamont.

I mean I had my concept album...

Carbon Dioxide.

Global warming.

Methane.

Global -- Global warming!

But now all of a sudden, Killface is the hero?

Mm.

Next thing I know, the DNC calls me.

They say, "Dottie, can you get him elected President?"

I said, "I'm Dottie Baunch. I can get anybody elected.”

I'm the King maker.

Killface:

Right where are, what are we doing?

We're going broke is what we're doing.

Well, that's hard to believe.

We're all making sacrifices.

But I paid for this personally.

No, you didn't!

Well, we still need another fund-raiser.

Oh, I honestly don't think I can.

Oh, the smell of those barbecues.

It's like I should just put my nose in a saddle.

Listen --

Mm, whose saddle is this?

"That's Uncle Taint's."”

How long's he been riding, Dick?

"Oh, part near three days." - Can we just focus--

Well, let's eat, buddy.

You know how much that ad cost.

You know, whatever it was was too much.

Greetings, America.

I am Killface.

You might remember me from the time I cured global warming,

which I totally did on purpose so that you can go on enjoying

your factories and your SUV.s

and your tanks and your amber waves of grain.

Oh, and this little guy.

Hey, Lamont.

So vote for me for President, won't you?

I know he would, right?

Paid for by the committee to elect Killface.

- Ugh. - What?

Why would there be a penguin in a wheat field?

Listen, when your "Q" factor's as high as Lamont's,

you can direct the spots.

All right, here.

"Q" factor.

More like pew factor!

Are you doing a trailer?

'Cause I could go in it.

Whoa! Oh, my liquor!

Damn it, Wendell! Wendell!

Wendell: Everybody, get down!

Aaah, my hands.

My god.

You got any Bactine?

Yeah, that was a big change, coming over from labor as I did,

'cause he gets shot at, like, all the time.

Yeah, you know, and it can get stressful, certainly, but,

you know, you just have to find an outlet.

Kill me!

Um...

Anywho, I do -- what do I do? --

Perimeter security is big.

Bad guy comes in.

Snap, crackle, pop.

That wakes me up.

I hit this bad boy.

Killface: Is this all of them?

Wendell?

That's what I thought.

Also, I look after Goldilocks.

That's my call sign for his kid, Simon, who, between us, is --

Is kind of up.

Man: So, Simon,

are you happy that your dad's running for President?

Okay.

I wish we could have

a thought balloon over that guy's head, you know?

It's like when you look at a dog.

What's he thinking?

Is he thinking just dog thoughts,

or is it real thoughts, like,

"hey, we're out of things a dog needs."

So, you know, I try to take him under my wing.

Hey, you want to see something pretty kick ass?

Okay.

And I'm also required to interact with Miss Baunch.

Wendell Stamps.

Yessum.

Don't call me mmm.

Call me Dottie.

Oh, I don't really want to.

You know, you strike me as a man

well-schooled in the subtle art of .

Um... okay.