Odd. A dog named Hamlet. If a dog actually played Hamlet it would need an awfully good diction coach. But then think of an all-dog production of Hamlet, produced by Month Python, of course. It would be great. Claudius and Gertrude sprawl on big, soft pillows instead of thrones, golden water bowls in front of them. Instead of picking up Yorick's skull, Hamlet finds a big beef bone to gnaw. The prince and Laertes circle one another at the start of the fencing match, sniffing one another's hind quarters. It could be a laff riot. Good night, sweet paws.
The bad joke in the top picture has to do with the corporate sponsorship of the parade. They were promoting dog snacks that have bacon in them. Bacon, pigs, ham, Hamlet - get it? Har.
Oh, here comes Horatio, below.
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