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Tail On Fire
Slick tries to dust a shelf with his own tail and somehow makes it everyone else’s problem.
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Welcome back to another weekend short from the only two raccoons on the internet who make you feel better about your own decision-making. This week’s episode is called Tail On Fire, and yes, it is exactly as beautiful and catastrophic as that sounds. If you love raccoon slapstick — and let’s be honest, you do — buckle up, because this one goes off the rails in under fifteen seconds.
The Dumbest Cleaning Job in Raccoon Slapstick History
It starts simply enough. Slick spots a dusty shelf. Slick has a plan. With the calm, unearned confidence of a raccoon who has never once questioned himself, he reaches behind him and grabs what he is absolutely certain is a feather duster. It is not a feather duster. It is his own tail. He starts dusting anyway — hard, enthusiastic, smug — and the spin begins.
Muffin is standing right there watching this happen. She blinks. Once. Slowly. With the dead-eyed patience of someone who has seen this exact kind of raccoon slapstick unfold before and has simply accepted it as the texture of her life. The comic bubble over Slick’s head reads: MINE. A confident whistling tune plays. Then a sharp boing. And then the chaos clock starts ticking.
The Raccoon Slapstick Tornado Phase
Slick does not stop. He dusts harder. He spins faster. The frantic banjo kicks in. Slide whistles escalate. A lamp goes down. A vase shatters. A potted cactus takes a direct hit and launches straight into Muffin’s face — and she catches it. One paw. No expression. A sad tuba honk plays just for her, which she absolutely deserves. The bubble reads: WHOOPS.
This is peak raccoon slapstick energy. One character fully unraveling in real time, the other calmly holding a cactus like it is a clipboard. The contrast is everything. The framing is everything. The complete lack of self-awareness from Slick is everything.
At this point, Slick has cleared the entire shelf. Technically, mission accomplished. The shelf is spotless. The room is destroyed, but the shelf? Immaculate.
The Tail Reveal Is Pure Raccoon Slapstick Gold
Then it happens. Slick glances back at his tail. His tail is bald. His tail is smoking. The realization crosses his face in slow motion — a frozen, wide-eyed double-take aimed directly into the camera like he is personally asking the audience for help. The triumphant kazoo fanfare kicks in, then immediately flatlines into the saddest trombone you have ever heard in your life. A cymbal crashes. The bubble reads: TA-DA?
Slick erupts into a full panic jig. Legs flailing. Arms windmilling. Every part of him moving in a different direction with zero coordination and maximum commitment. It is the kind of physical performance that makes you question everything you thought you knew about raccoons and also about yourself.
Muffin, unbothered, walks over. She places the cactus gently on top of Slick’s spinning, flailing head like a hat. Then she walks off frame without looking back. She does not explain herself. She does not need to.
This is what raccoon slapstick looks like when it is firing on all cylinders — one absolute disaster of a raccoon and one raccoon who has simply made peace with the universe. Slick brings the chaos. Muffin brings the dignity. Together they are completely unhinged and we would not have it any other way.
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