"So, this swamp is where your kind would be?" Quick Draw McGraw asked Wally Gator as they were in a dirty old swamp.

"Yeah. Hard to believe that there are gators here who actually like this gross murky water." Wally Gator complained as he glanced down at the swampy water he was walking in, sticking out his tongue in disgust. "I personally can't stand it. It's too nasty."

"Hey, there's nothing nasty about the swamp." Huckleberry Hound stated as he was relaxing on a green lilypad, relaxing as he was playing the banjo.

"Huck, what are you doing here?" Quick Draw McGraw remarked as he adjusted his giant red hat.

"Just getting in touch with nature." Huck responded as he began trying to sing again. "Oh my darling, oh my darling..."

"...Let's get out of here. The swamp isn't the only thing that stinks." Wally Gator remarked as Quick Draw McGraw shrugged, the two heading northward.