Domo’s cousin Pogo, in Connecticut, is one tough piece of burnt tofu.
He hangs with a dangerous crowd. And he’s wanted. Don’t go outside, Pogo.
Oh no, the police have spotted him. Run!
Pogo is getting away!
Oh no, they’re gaining!
He’s caught! Now settle down. Order in the court! Order in the court!
He’s dancing and rapping on the judge’s bench.
That’s it! We warned you . . . .
You’re goin’ away. One phone call? Sure thing. Of course he’ll call Domo to bail him out . . . again.
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