I wonder how far a frog will fly through the air when he’s swatted with a gunny sack full of fleas swung by an angry alligator? It sounds like a classical physics problem. You take the sum of the square of the mass of frog warts divided by the force of the fleas at impact and multiply it by the amount of hot steam coming out of Bo Gator’s ears as he launches Slimey into orbit.

Slimey never seems to learn not to push Bo Gator’s buttons. While the Flea Bros. seem to have finally begun to smell what’s about to be cooking.