Rudy finally climbed out on top,

not having realized that on the way up

he created quite a masterpiece

of pop art side affects.

Plopster saved by the grandmopster.

An Out of Paint Pail Experience

AARGH!

I can't stand watching

myself fall apart like this!

Playing around with a flight of fancy.

Thanks to his dentist, the secret behind Elroy's

successful shoot 'em up stage presence had less to do

with brawn and a big bite more to do

with bleached pearly whites.

Cloud Nine-Year-Old Smacks into a Cumulomombus

Whoo hoo, Ma!

Look at that cloud!

Oh, what a beautiful waterfall.

No way, Ma!

It's a snapping turtle regurgitating

a stomach full of seafaring picnickers.

(Cracka-boom-splasheroo!)

Aii yaii, Marky!

Can you please bottle up your imagination

so we can make it home without capsizing?

Aww-Ma!

Oscar spent every day of the year waving his hands at fleeting

signs of change so he wouldn't lose his poise on the big night

when surprise was sure to take a tight grip on his evening.

Every Wednesday morning at exactly 9:05

Mary sucked in a dark and syrupy

Magnificent Mocha Coffee

which whizzed her gig

like nobody's

business.

Move in groove.

Move 'n groove.

Move an' groove.

Alfie was sure that the mystery of life

lay within the pulsings of unknowable objects.

Ah. I can feel it.

My life is strongly soft

and softly strong

in a sweet little concert kind of way.

Here? Here? Here?

Ahhhh.

And so we go there.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

B-Joe, you're a mother's favorite son,

the way you keep your hobbies

within safe boundaries.

A moment of quiet for Chaz,

who had a spectacular view of life and the

brave and lively sense of humor needed to live it fully.

We'll miss you,

Francis and Leigh

Ya know, Sunny,

I am so glad you're not

afraid of ghosts, because 

without you chasing after me

all day I'd never get any rest.

Tough guy Everett would have been the most fearsome soul around,

if it weren't for his soft spot for primary school thugs

and their tendency to sucker punch his 6-pack.

Wishing for Wisdom seeks out Sunny Side Up,

who is unfortunately fully enthralled with

Penny Pinching Wise Guy.

(Hello.)

(Sigh...)

(Poink! Poink! Poink!)

Freakin' kick off the shoes kinda day.

I rock!!!

(Splash!)

Yeah, you do.

Now that we have that settled,

would you like help getting back in the boat?

Myrtle's penchent for a strong dosing of

Dior's Eau de Hypnotic Poison

had the bushes wondering

if they were coming

or going.

I don't know where life will take us, Eli,

but with you and me all wired for connection,

it's gonna be one supercharged picnic!

Spirited Rehab for a Beat-Up Bunny

Now that you've lost that second furry flapper 

you've got one less intake of fear to contend with.

The indecision is gone, man.

You're out the door, full speed ahead.

The secret now is to think singular.

You're not going to get a good hop

unless you're feeling a pull from the top.

So the gist is to find your inner merry cherry mojo.

Beam in the sweet solo divine.

Reach down deep.

Put some kick in your hip.

Flick that cute little tail of yours.

Reach for the stars and just go for it, babes.

Soar to new heights.

Be the ear, man.

Be the ear of no fear.

Chasing freedom.

Shoo...

Those preschoolers sure do have a hearty grasp on life.

All I did was prove to him that the world was round.

You have any idea

why we're running

on opposite sides

of this water issue?

Something to do with source,

but I'm not fighting it...

just going with 

the flow

here

~

.

Oh, this burning need...

sizzle

pop

pop

.

.

Shaboomah!

What freaks me out, Rusty,

is that I always thought you and me, together,

were two peas in a pod, kind of cozy, y'know?

But now I find we're really just two guinea pigs

held hostage in a beginning psychology class.

My expectations for security have been trashed.

Or maybe the students are also peas in our pod?

Tickling up a new theory.

Trip Planner

For a smooth-riding existence

they say go with the flow.

They also say Paradise

is on the other side of the river.

I wonder...

 If I steer near the far coast,

relax into the deep,

bump along the bottom a few times...

will I be able to soak up some paradise

while still cruising along in the swim of things?

Sally was a natural psychic,

reading her future in every rain puddle.