Smithers, Release the Hounds

The execution of Mr. Burns’ (right) famous command spells certain doom to any interloper foolishly attempting to storm his palatial estate.

Especially when said interloper is one Homer J. Simpson.

However I don’t think that Mr. Burns’ hounds would be very intimidating to the deer in the following story:

Pictured: The orphan deer adopted by a pack of bloodthirsty fox hounds

From the story,
The pack immediately accepted the lost fallow deer when they found him shivering by the Thompsons’ front gate just an hour after he had been born.

Rather than being overwhelmed by the attention of such a large pack of dogs, from the Chiddingfold, Leconfield and Cowdray hunt, the confused little fawn thought he’d found his family.
Here’s a pic of the honorary hound,

One only hopes that the hounds don’t come to their “senses” and rip the poor deer to shreds.