Steamed Hams But its A Kitty Bobo Show

Kitty Bobo: Well, Paul, I made it- despite your directions.

Paul Dog: Ah. Superintendent Bobo. Welcome. - I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.

Kitty Bobo: Yeah.

Paul Dog: Oh, poop! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Paul.

Singers: Ah- Paul with his crazy explanations. The superintendent's gonna need his medication When he hears Paul's lame exaggerations There'll be trouble in town tonight!

Kitty Bobo: PAUL!

Paul Dog: Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?

Kitty Bobo: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Paul?

Paul Dog: Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams.

Paul Dog: Whew. Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers.

Kitty Bobo: I thought we were having steamed clams.

Paul Dog: D'oh, no. I said steamed hams. That's what I call hamburgers.

Kitty Bobo: You call hamburgers steamed hams?

Paul Dog: Yes. It's a regional dialect.

Kitty Bobo: Uh-huh. Uh, what region?

Paul Dog: Uh, upstate New York?

Kitty Bobo: Really. Well, I'm from Utica, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams."

Paul Dog: Oh, not in Utica, no. It's an Albany expression.

Kitty Bobo: I see. You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Pochee's Diner.

Paul Dog: Oh, no. Patented Dog burgers. Old family recipe.

Kitty Bobo: For steamed hams.

Paul Dog: Yes.

Kitty Bobo: Yes. And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.

Paul Dog: Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second.

Kitty Bobo: Of course.

Paul Dog: Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped.

Kitty Bobo: Yes. I should be- Good Lord! What is happening in there?

Paul Dog: Aurora borealis.

Kitty Bobo: Uh- Aurora borealis at this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within your kitchen?

Paul Dog: Yes.

Kitty Bobo: May I see it?

Paul Dog: No.

Maggie: Paul! The house is on fire!

Paul Dog: No, Maggie. It's just the northern lights.

Kitty Bobo: Well, Paul, you are an odd fellow but I must say you steam a good ham.

Maggie: Help! Help!