Mail Bag Day:
Cottage Cheese

1:59


Zorak:
Mail call, mail call.
"Dear Zorak, isn't Space Ghost an idiot? He has the brains of cottage cheese. Space Ghost is two things: No good and good for nothing."

Heh heh heh. Another letter from your Mom here, Space Ghost.

Ghost:
Ha ha.
Zorak:
"Space Dunce is the king of dorkness and a big fat jerk. Signed, Justin Clift, from Cleveland, Tennessee."
Brak:
Here's one for me.
"Dear Brak, you are the best singer I've ever heard in my entire life. Your singing has inspired me to write this poem."

Heh-ahem.

"Roses are red,
Good-looking is Brak.
Zorak is so ugly
He makes mirrors crack. Mike Allison, Phoenix, Arizona."

That last part doesn't rhyme. Oh, that's his name.

Zorak:
Yeah, well, this viewer don't think I'm so ugly. Check it out!
"Dear Zorak, perhaps you and I could take a romantic walk to a dark, scary place discluded from all known beings. Dreaming of me and you on a fantastic voyage of love, I am, Mariah Vierra, Manteeky-seeky, California."

A-hubba, a-hubba.

Brak:
Ah ha ha ha ha! Okay, hello again! Here is a letter from Paul Walls.
"Dear Brak, what are you doin'?"

What d'you think I'm doin'? I'm readin' your letter, you goofy kid. Where was I? Oh, um-

"When is your birthday?"

How'm I supposed to remember when my birthday was? That was a long time ago! Ba dum bum.


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