Don’t even think about it, cat. You’re not riding on me. 9:01 – I begin my typical hour of cleaning, although it is difficult to get up the initiative to disengage from my warm, comfy base. 9:03 – I make my way towards the bookshelf. I have tried several times...
Who was that chicken that was running for president? Now who is that guy again? That guy’s brother? Wait, that doesn’t make any sense. Why would his brother be….oh. I see. What was in that file? Why are they trying to get that file? But what does that have to...
So you need to set up a retirement fund….um, with this? Really? This is what we’re starting with? Sorry about that laughter. I…um…heard a really funny joke the other day. So this is it, huh? This is what you’ve got? Well, OK. Let’s give it a try, I guess. Let’s...
Is this 5th street? I think I am lost. I am looking for Anderson’s Bait and Tackle. Down this street and to the left? Thank you. Oh, hey – is there a good place to eat close by? Grandma’s Diner? Nice. Sounds good. Thanks a lot! Last time I was...
I was there under their noses the whole time. Even that magic twitching nose. It is time I came clean. All those years, living next door to Darren and Samantha. You all thought I was just the silly, nosy neighbor – it was the perfect cover. You had no idea...
The Gooey Green Galloping Ghost at the time of his arrest. Mr. Ghost claims the dog that captured him could talk and also ate all of his groceries. And what was up with that one girl always losing her glasses? OK—yes. I admit it. I dressed up as the Gooey...
