Sky Turtle: “So the trick is to find the right number of balloons to achieve buoyancy without losing control and floating away.”
Charlee: “Uh-huh. That makes sense. And also, we need the balloons not to be quite so noticeable as yours.”
Chaplin: “Yes, our balloons have to be camouflaged so that Dada can’t see them.”
Charlee: “Well, since Bean isn’t going to help us, what else can we do about this diet situation?”
Lulu: “I was planning to just eat the food that I get and be happy to have it.”
Chaplin: “Oh no, we are not going to be doing that.”
Yard Turtle: “What’s with the big red banner?”
Lulu: “Well for some reason no one was in favor of getting money from Facebook, and the local health department put the kibosh on my plan to put opn a benefit concert to raise money for balloons. They got an anonymous tip and shut us down.”
Mouse: “I was the one who called the health department. You’re welcome.”
Chaplin: “So did I. That thing is worse than the vacuum cleaner.”
Mr. Nibbles: “I called them too!”
Charlee: “Me too.”
Spicoli: “I tried to call them but I accidentally ordered a bunch of pizzas instead.”
Carpet Turtle: “That infernal lung-powered device of yours popped all my balloons, mammal.”
Lulu: “I know. Sorry.”
Continue reading “Yes, We Have No Balloonas”
Three years ago today, two cute little tiny kittens were born:
Continue reading “It’s A Happy Hipster Birthday!”
Pennywise McDonald: “Anybody want a balloon?”
Continue reading “They Something-Something At The Drive-Thru”
Everyone: “Happy birthday to you / You are no more than two / Just like Cindy Lou Who / Happy birthday dear Hipsters / Happy birthday to you!”
Continue reading “Only A Day More Than Two”
James Bond: “Baccarat. Yes, I can tell you about baccarat. But first you must tell me something.”
Dennis: “Ummm okay, let’s see. Well, I licked all the bacon in the buffet.”
James Bond: “That’s not the sort of information I meant. But thank you for telling me.”
Continue reading “The Operative Word”
Producer Smurf: “Oh for the love of smurf! This is smurfing ridiculous! If we have to smurf at every smurfing cumulus cloud so the Hipsters can smurf a nap, we’re never going to smurf where we’re smurfing!”
Spicoli: “Dude, chill. You get incoherent when you’re all smurfed up and then nobody can smurf what you’re smurfing to smurf.”
Producer Smurf: “Stop smurfing ‘smurf’! Dogs don’t get to smurf ‘smurf’! Only smurfs get to smurf ‘smurf’!”
Spicoli: “Sorry, what? I didn’t smurf that. Could you smurf it again, a little smurfier this time, and try to smurf your smurfs more smurfily?”
Mouse: “Enough! The next person who uses ‘smurf’ as a general purpose word is getting kicked out of this basket and can find his own way home!”
Continue reading “Smurfy Basket”
Charlee: “Look, Chaplin! I can see our house from here!”
Producer Smurf: “Of course you can smurf your house from here. We’ve only smurfed like a hundred feet.”
Continue reading “Shell Riders In The Sky”
Mouse: “As you all know, Dennis got himself ‘repatriated’ to Hungary. The purpose of this meeting is to form a rescue party to bring him back.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I don’t see why we have to bother! Once he starts shredding all their furniture, they’ll ship him back here on their own dime!”
Continue reading “Hungary Or Hunger-y?”
The Oceanside Animals 