 Now, Yasha's the only canary in the country with an ulcer. The way that groover palms off that chopped-up beaver board on bird lovers. What's the mail today, Charterhead? A summons. Somebody took that Pepto-Bepto and dropped dead. Why don't you? Look here, Clampy. Oh, shut up. And, Yasha, you shut up, too. Good morning, Mommy and Daddy. Ah! Ah!