A few days before the ceremony announcing the selection of Raccoon of the Year, the Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler of the Raccoons tells Ralph that he will be sitting on the dais that night and to be prepared to say a few words. Ralph, of course, takes this to mean that he is to be named Raccoon of the Year and begins to write his "most humble" acceptance speech.
Did You Know?
I suppose you were cold sober, Ralph, the other night when you came charging in the house, ran in the bedroom, flung the window open, stuck your head out and started yelling, "Hey Mrs. Gallagher, what's this cat doing in this apartment?".
Well I'll ask it again. What was the cat doing in this apartment?
It wasn't her cat. You had your raccoon hat on backwards.