When the tortoise delivered the groceries to the hare during the snowstorms, the snow was falling from the ground to the sky. The Upsidasium must be affecting the other cartoons.
Natasha: You got orders from Central Control?
Boris: You think I can't make my own decisions? You think I'm just a stooge for Central Control?
Natasha: No, dahlink.
Boris: Well, you're wrong. I am!
Rocky: (after failing to catch up to the train) Well, there it goes.
Bullwinkle: You go on and fly after it, Rock. You can still catch it.
Rocky: And leave my pal stranded here? Never!
Bullwinkle: Gee, you're a real pal-type pal, Rock.
Boris: Look at that, Natasha. Sometimes I wish I had a friend.
Boris: So I could double-cross him!
Natasha: You would double-cross friend?
Boris: I got to. My enemies don't trust me.