The Speech that Fizzled. orTo Sheep: perchance to dream...

We join the giddy crew but moments after the camera's red light goes out:

Just Joshin': Bravo! Bravo Mr. Preznitwit! You were just fabulous Mr. Preznitwit. Simply fabulous!

Junya: Hot diggety! Ah didn't say "Betray Us" even once. Ah almost did...but havin' Barney bite mah ankle was jest purrfect. Now could ya hep me pry 'em loose?

Just Joshin': Coitenly, Mr. Preznitwit. Just slowly uncross your legs and I'll fire the dart gun.

Junya: Easy now Barney, ya won't feel a thing. Ah never do when Laura Belle puts me to sleep.

Barney: Yip, yip...arrghhooooo...zzzzzzzzz.

Junya: Ah waz thinkin' that mebbe ah should reward the sodgers for keepin' me...ahmmmm...the country safe, doncha think?

Just Joshin': Oh, coitenly, Mr. Preznitwit. We could even have another...ahmmmm..."speech" in primetime.

Junya: Ah was thinkin' mebbe a Preznitwit...ahmmmm...proc...ahmmmm...proctologist?

Just Joshin': You mean a proclamation? Oh, coitenly, Mr. Preznitwit. A fabulous idea! You're just fabulous Mr. Preznitwit.

Junya: Ah could say ah'm gonna reward 'em by shipping some Fizzies to the sodgers.

Just Joshin': Fizzies Mr. Preznitwit? They stopped making those in 1969.

Junya: Heck no! Ah have Fizzies every nite before ah go to bed. The white ones with lil' blue specks. Ah found a whole mess of 'em in mah bathroom closet.

Just Joshin': OMG Mr. Preznitwit! Those aren't Fizzies; those are toilet bowl cleaners.

Junya: Huh? Ya sure they ain't Peppermint Fizzies? They's mighty refreshin'.

Just Joshin': Oh, coitenly, Mr. Preznitwit. Then I'll make a note to send some of those "Fizzies" to the soldiers.

Junya: And don't be forgetin' that...ahmmmm...proctologist.

Just Joshin': Oh, coitenly, Mr. Preznitwit. Let me get the make-up girl to remove your facepaint.

Junya: Ya don't need to. Laura Belle wants me to be Lil' Bo Peep tonite. Wakeup Barney. Time to get your sheep suit on again...heh, heh.

Barney: Yip, yip...baaaaaaa.

And as we once again count our...ahmmmm...blessings, we bid adieu to the First Bo Peep and his nocturnal doings...ahmmmm...counting...ahmmmm...sheep.