The scientists and councellors were baffled.

The scientists and councellors were baffled. He seemed normal: steady job, house, wife, kids. And yet his sense of humor had stalled out at an 8-year-old's level. At Board Meetings

it was scented whoopee cushion roulette. But since the 'skunk bomb' was the staple best seller at Flat & Rimkin Trustees, and Jack Flat was a senior partner, the Board put up with

it. Jack grimaced at a whiff of a skunk-loaded squishy surprise, as an unlucky player plopped onto a rigged whoopee cushion. Oscar Rimkin laughed, "The smeller's the feller, Jack!"

The stench infiltrated the room almost immediately & everyone turned to look at Jack as Oscar rolled under the table, rocking with laughter. Then Jack ripped a HUGE one, a REAL one

. It was a HUGE and REAL unicorn, and the assembled watchers were open-mouthed with shock that anyone would callously rip it apart. Oscar stopped laughing, horrified at Jack's rage

. "It's survival of the fittest," said Jack. "I'm unfit, so all other species must end." Next on his hit list: ivory-billed woodpeckers, the poor bastards. Oscar's animal sanctuary

lived in Honolulu, home of such creatures of nonsense fiction as the purple-squatted hummingbrush, the boobiewobble, and several species of the rare though not yet extinct bee bee

The "manabees" interbred with killer mañanabees from Mexico. The bright yellow hybrids were called killer bañanas, contracted to kabañanas, and fed on copra, thus copra kabañanas.

And thus, after cross breeding, and ungodly combinations driven by perverse desires you wind up with the final single from Barry Manilow's fifth studio album. Beddie-bye honey.