Domo’s cousin Pogo, in Connecticut, is one tough piece of burnt tofu.

He hangs with a dangerous crowd. And he’s wanted. Don’t go outside, Pogo.

Oh no, the police have spotted him. Run!

Pogo is getting away!

Oh no, they’re gaining!

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He’s caught! Now settle down. Order in the court! Order in the court!

He’s dancing and rapping on the judge’s bench.

That’s it! We warned you . . . .

You’re goin’ away. One phone call? Sure thing. Of course he’ll call Domo to bail him out . . . again.