west, in the direction Sky Lord was last seen. Agent Macklin drove through sparse desert, lush farmlands and ancient rainforest, but to no avail. The villainous Sky Lord was gone.

"A warrior." I said offering a hand to console him. "This is what we have to do. They started this war so we have to end it or become a part of the casualties." I smiled softly.

h a snap of her sharp white teeth & waving at the cheering crowd of snakes, hawks, owls, & eagles. Her family was standing, waving wildly as she, Miss Mustela Weasel was crowned

that dancing and singing are inborn talents, not taught, and any fool who assumes the mantle of teacher is only ever the student. The cat found this troubling and started awake

the eye socket of a dead pirate that was climbing up the side of the ship below him. He gulped and restacked the remaining donut, straightened his kit & stepped into the madness.

N The Tears is blasting from under the aqueduct where several Romani men were parked in a circle. Whomever it was that just whistled made the Romanis look around and they saw me.

And it's school photo day!" I tried to comb my hair in the rest room mirror, but the ooze had covered it by then. I hoped that the ooze would hide my pimples as I slithered to the

to be, once again, more than he was the last time. But somehow the singing sunflower got into his circuitry and into his sinews and visceral and sang inside him. The most sublime

as I was handing the wheel to him I realized I was in fact really driving and Peter Lorre wasn't trying to take the wheel. I'd ran off the road. I managed to stop before going over

Everywhere he went, folks yanked their curtains and screamed at his PSYCHO scent. He would often lift his nose up from the ground and tell them it was pronounced SY-CO not SY-CHO!

started twerking in the background, their sweaty longshoreman chests gleaming in the pink spotlight. Women and parrots swooned and fainted in the audience. Peter Pan was called in

home base on Neptune that is the kind of things that happened. The Vibesphere was all abuzz over the newest generation of rejuvenation protocols. Fashion you, not your clothes. Of

Renfield, the half witted parakeet Miss Penelope rescued, never could say her name right. Miss Penelope began replacing the carpet hacking away with a dull are. Home renovation was

heard the radio start blaring music by Sonny Bonobo, she knew she had to give up the fight. If only she learned some gravity spells, she wouldn't have tripped over her magic wand.

customer at Marshall's, with brand new men's summer fashions fresh in stock. He could look good AND feel good this summer by taking advantage of Marshall's Midsummer Sale! And the

had a hell of a time at customer service. Next time, I would be sure to do my shopping at Marshall's, for the tasteful environment at affordable prices. Gifts for Father's Day were

"Will you cover me in Marmite and feed my trousers to your orangutan?" Soze knew she shouldn't have eaten all those oysters. "BARFBARFBARFART," she told the Queen of Canada. "BARFA

where she'd been hiding the mongoose. Too late now. It peered out of the pocket of her jacket, fixing its beady eyes on the fortune teller and drawing back its lips in a snarl.

"How about I be more like Madge & soak your ass in Palmolive instead," he said to me snidely. "That sounds enjoyable; assuming we're scaling up for size. When can do this?" "F&*k

and large sharp claws, that can slice through thick skin like a hot knife through velveeta! I am not that cowardly cousing of mine from OZ. Nope, nope, nope