Top Cat

Benny:
[walking through the snowy alley and wearing a hawker box] Step right up, folks! Who's next? Only five cents apiece, and they're going fast! Step right up and form a line, folks! Hey, T.C.? This is your last chance!

Top Cat:
[looking out of his trash can] Look, Benny, can't you see I'm busy freezing? What are you doing out in weather like this anyway? And what's my last chance?

Benny:
Your last chance to buy a frozen Fudgsicle!

Top Cat:
Sorry, try me next summer. [Slams lid, then looks out again] Frozen Fudgsicle? What are you, some kind of a nut or something? Benny, I realize you never finished kindergarten, but certainly you know that nobody sells frozen Fudgsicles in the winter.

Benny:
That's just it, T.C. No competition. I'll clean up! [lick's Top Cat's toes]

Top Cat:
[laughs] TICKLE SPOT!