Hunting season (Open Season) (№ 235103)

- Now, Mr. Weenie, frightened mulatochka, you're my sweetie, pecinka, miss.
- Don't trust him - he serves them!
- Who?
- This - bear, deer! Mishandled it! I foresee the future - then one day, in a small town like Timberline, comes the Horde! They climb from their burrows, dens, living areas and suddenly, the world order will fall to pieces. They laugh at old Sean, you'll see the monster come to light.
- Oh, we is all so clear!
- Yeah?
- We are scientists, well, something like that, and we came here in search of undeniable evidence of the existence of the species Homo-obezyany.
- Homo who?
We're looking for Bigfoot!
- Snezh... Oh, before anyone pains - they went to the roof!