Snowflake # 51

Frame 1:

[[There is a close-up of Pup.]]

Pup: Hey snowflake, do you think Pisher will clean me off where that pastry was when he is done with you?

Frame 2:

[[Pup is sitting next to Snowflake on the couch with Pischer Crumple on the top of the couch licking the pastry off of Snowflake.]]

Snowflake: uhm… he says that you smell too fiery – and brim-stone-ery…

Frame 3:

[[There is a close-up of Pischer Crumple.]]

Pischer Crumple: Plomp!