You can't ride a dogs' red rocket into space.

Goerge W. Bush would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for those meddling kids and their darned dog!

The president wept as the working class man, the hippy and the under-dog all did a three way hi-5 over his rose bushes, outfront the whitehouse.

"Wonder Triplet Powers Activate" the trio called out, and the power flared up as their hands met; meanwhile, President Bush watched from his bedroom window in despair at their very existance. At least someone had gotten rid of the creepy alien monkey.

The monkey in the flyin' saucer howled at the saiyins outside the white house because they made a brother of thiers cry. His name was george.