It was a long way up, but Brad knew he'd

It was a long way up, but Brad knew he'd get there eventually. "Just keep looking ahead," he said to himself as he carefully adjusted his

schizophrenia to match his multiple personality disorder. "I will" he whispered back in Harriet's voice. She was the most dominant in situations that involved snow and pain.

That's why she was so good at hockey. Although her brutish ways kept landing her in the penalty box. Harriet loved those words and mouthed them to herself, "penalty box," giggling

was not her strong suit. In fact, she was humor challenged. Her mother was a very successful class clown and lorded that over her daughter. So she mouthed her jokes instead

actually feeling them. Some suspected that she was dour on purpose, a sort of humor-rebellion against her much more popular mother. She'd have her funny bone removed if she could.

Actually, she was fairly gelatinous overall. Oddly, she seemed to always drive far out of the way to avoid passing any rendering plants. Sophie

could never be sure whether her body was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, Gumby had a 35 year run as a TV icon. But then again, her cardiologist was always telling her

that if you have a heart then Gumby's a part of you. Pokey knew it too, and proceeded to sink his hooves into her flesh to help his pal escape from her corpse. Pokey kicked until

his green friend could breathe again, giving Gumby the strenghth he needed to hold Pokey's hooves as the esquine backed slowly from the carcass, freeing his friend for good.

Gumby looked back. Past the smoke he saw the flag of the Green Revolution. It had been worth it, all of it. He shed a last tear for Kermit. "Thanks, Pokey. Let's go."