When their rig is unmatched.

"Or, the match is likely rigged?"

You can count on the fuzzy lunk

With the upside-down bunk

(The Combat Wombat!)

Is the maximal marsupial.

He'll come to ya... Who?

He who comes from down-under

To save your ungrateful hide

Without blunder, or need of ride

(The Combat Wombat!)

"Dude! Your step-uncles cat just stole my Studebaker?"

Probably- Wait...

"With intention to hock!"

My aunt's husband has

A fiendishly foul and

Firey disposition whenever

He finds himself

In a direction firmly

Due facing any felines

"Man! Your Stuncle doesn't even have a cat, does he?"

Wait... This trail of shrimp

It leads right to-

"My sister's Barbies? Oh no! ...and they're all mangled."

Huh...

Who would do something

So directedly specific? And-

In your definitive direction...

"Decidedly."

And without error! Wait.

Is that a knife?

"No. No... THIS!"

Now this is a knife...

*schwing*

(The Combat Wombat!)

Is, the maximal marsupial. Who's-

Coming to ya from down-under

To fix any of your mistakes. Or,

Related asides. Thank your hide!

A solution: Always on. That is, the-

Embodiment of the bombaclat strat

"Jesus! Is that actually a cat?"

No sir, it's-

(The Combat Wombat!)

Witness now,

Higher stakes!

As he's now

Tracked down that rake.

Who's been attempting

Blackmail.

Upon your, poor mother.

Over your-

Questionable choices,

In real estate

See below?

A small but solid,

Sulking shape that

Slinks beneath the

Shadows there. Sat-

Upon the concrete.

As if a shark. Hungry...

His fate self-made. Planned.

Each move made, is meant-

To further undertake,

This grave ordeal

At hand.

(The Combat Wombat!)

The maximal marsupial. Who is-

Coming to visit from down-under

Ensures no need to wonder, on

Any poor sod who has blundered

By passing briefly into your sad life

A solution? Always on, that.

Yes. It sure is. It's-

(The Combat Wombat!)

When their rig is unmatched.

"Or, the match is likely rigged?"

Summon up that assassin

Of your salubrious hasatans

Call up that marsupial monk.

With no conscience to thunk

"Oh my god... Dude, it had a litter in my Studebaker's trunk."

(The Combat Wombat!)

The maximal marsupial.

He'll come to ya... Who?

He who comes from down-under

To save your ungrateful hide

Without blunder, or need of ride

See, his holds a family of five

(The Combat Wombat!)

"This is why you never see any stray puss hangin' 'round yer good ol' Stuncle Hurley's place. Uh- Nomore, that is. Hmph."

Yeah?

"Well, that and the Registered Status."

*ahem*

Hey, where'd that

Fuzzy little lunk go?

"Ahhh! Ah! Oh gawd! Git this rapaciously repugnant and fiercely ferocious feline offa me!"

Woah...

That looks-

Quite bad.

"Gull durn it! I don't even own a cat- I- Ahhh. Ah! AAAAAAAHHH!"

The Combat Wombat

Your mother smotherer

From down-under- uh- '-er.'

(The Combat Wombat!)