Jet Fuel Formula (4) - Squeeze Play or Invitation to the Trance

Whoops. The actual orders said, “*DON'T* KILL MOOSE," so Boris races the safe to keep Bullwinkle safe, and it's safe to say that he *almost* makes it. It's back to the laboratory for our heroes, where they turn out acres of cinnamon pizzas and hot fudge strudels, but none of it’s explosive. Just as Rocky's thinking hypnotism might be something to try, Swami Ben Boris and his assistant appear, putting Bullwinkle into a trance and, forthwith, the moose tells *everything* he knows—all about his early years in the Minnesota woods, his days at the Philpott School for Exceptional Children (he was the only student with antlers), his experiences in the army, where for three years, he served as a hat rack in the Officers’ Club—going on for a full twelve hours and boring everyone within hearing distance into dreamland, so that when he finally gets to the part about the recipe, the only ones awake to hear it are the two moon men. Forthwith, Cloyd raises his weapon and scrooches the big moose!