And now, Veterinarian's Hospital, the continuing story of a quack who's gone to the dogs.
DR. BOB: Hey, Nurse! How's this next patient?
NURSE JANICE: Not groovy, Dr. Bob. You'd better hurry though, he's slipping fast!
DR. BOB: Oh, maybe he's got slipping sickness.
NURSE PIGGY: No, no, he must have something else.
DR. BOB: He better have! Money, for one thing.
NURSE PIGGY: You won't operate 'till you're paid?
DR. BOB: Right. I don't make a cut 'till I get my cut!
NURSE JANICE: Dr. Bob, the patient is sinking fast
(patient begins sinking into the table)
DR. BOB: Oh! He is sinking!
NURSE PIGGY: Quick, quick, Dr. Bob!
(patient sinks into the table) DR. BOB: I don't understand it!
NURSE PIGGY: Oh, quick, Dr. Bob!
DR. BOB: Quick what?
NURSE PIGGY: Quick sand!
DR. BOB: (leaning into the hole in the table) I don't understand that either. Hey, I can't see a thing down here. (standing up) Give me a hypodermic needle!
NURSE JANICE: What for?
DR. BOB: Just a shot in the dark! (leaning into the hole again) oh, whoa! (falls in)
NURSE PIGGY: Oh, oh! (leaning into the hole) Oh, oh! Dr. Bob? Dr. Bob? Are you alright?
NURSE JANICE: Oh, oh! Is he alright?
NURSE PIGGY: AH! (falls in)
NURSE JANICE: Oh my goodness! (leaning into the hole) Oh, oh, oh! (falls in) Oh no! Oh wo! Oh woaoaoa, what a downer!
So once again we come to the end of another Veterinarian's Hospital. Tune in next week when you'll hear Dr. Bob say:
DR. BOB: (popping up from the hole in the table) Well, at least I won't have to declare this on my income tax.
NURSE PIGGY: (also popping up) Why not?
DR. BOB: I got paid under the table!
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