His prom really was a surprise. When he got

His prom really was a surprise. When he got out of the limo he was on Mars. How did Mr. Daniels pull this off? Of course, he still didn't have a date, but the night was young.

He dropped his "intelligent" requirement for a date in favor of any kind of life. Any at all. But alas, nada. Maybe his standards were too high. The red sand over there was pretty

, but he set his sights on the ocean. He knew something was wrong when the ocean parted in front of him, just like it did for Moses, but saying "Eww, get away!" Oh well, at least

Muddymuddskipper didn't have 2get tired by all that swimming. W/the parted sea, Muddy could easily walk from coral to coral looking for pearls to steal. He needed the pearls to paw

n for a pair of cybernetic enhancements. He was tired of the stubby flippers. Dr. Octopus charged an arm and a leg but when Muddymuddskipper sauntered into the Monte Carlo Casino

with his svelte new limbs, a Versace suit and a dazzling set of shoes, people took notice. Muddymuddskipper paused to adjust a cuff then approached the casino's cashier. "Three bil

"Three billion chips, my good sir," Muddymuddskipper roars, slamming a fist into the countertop.

Looking up, I said, "But that cannot be possible..."

but I knew it was as I looked sheepishly at the proof right in front of me. Looking inward, I confessed I was an idiot, and as I looked skyward for insight, my nystagmus

ogloncotta defibrullated enzymic flagellations by triumpartially mezaphlacating deoxyrhibonucleic benzines. The medical board shook their heads further and I was doubly shamed.