I’m really sorry we couldn’t get to the mountains during the three hours that they had snow this winter. We really want to take the corndog to the snow, and we haven’t managed it yet.

Transcript:

The Buggs are walking the corndog in the snow, holding hands and smiling as the corndog tries to yank Mrs Bugg’s arm out of the socket because WE ARE MISSING IT GODDAMMIT.

Er.

The text reads: “Taking the corndog for a walk in the snow … the buggs want to go.”