"Oh! Hey Bob! How's it goin'?" Bob whipped

"Oh! Hey Bob! How's it goin'?" Bob whipped around. "You must be mistaken. My name's not Bob." "Sure it is, Bob." I squinted. "Yes, you're definitely Bob." Bob's adam's apple bobbed

I'm not Bob! well who are you? David, Paul, Erica, Betsy Elizabeth, Kathy, Doryjane, Anne, Terence, John, Keverlee, Jenifer, Frances, Bonnie? Worst guess who game ever.

"Julio? Ringo? Santa Claus, the number seven? Mr Plum in the library with some scissors?" There is no way I was going to win this guessing game. I needed to phone a friend, so I

speed dialed my old friend Capt Kangaroo. Moose answered and explained that the Capt had set sail a couple years back. I shed a tear and threw some ping-pong balls on myself befo

re my visit with Mr. Green Jeans. I couldn't find him at first, but then, what to my wondering eyes did I find?! Mr G Jeans & Shari Lewis in the hayloft playing hand puppets

Bulldog!" was a Beatle classic. But Shari Lewis sang it too much. That's what made her a bore. But Mr. GreenJeans had slipped Shari a little E. Party time after

DJ Shaggy took over the megaphone. "The party is just getting going!", he bellowed. The bulldogs waiting outside crashed the party and ate all the food. Things were crashing fast.

Scooby snacks were everywhere. The DJ just kept 'who let the dogs out' on a six hour loop. The chihuahua nearly died of poor eating habits and the basset hound could barely feel

it when he stepped on his own ears any more. Being Obedience School grads, he dogs organized rather easily and chewed the wires to the speakers 'til they could again howl in peace.