There's always room for more,' said Harry.

There's always room for more,' said Harry. 'Room for what,' asked Burt. 'For one more car. This is a car that runs on compressed air. But the air has to be from another world he

liocetric orbital mass at the Lagrange point preceeding earth.' 'A Harry-brained idea', Burt thought but he humored Harry & applied for a patent. To Burt's surprise, Harry's Aircar

was a black and gold t-top firebird. Burt wondered if Harry had designed the aircar this way on purpose to annoy him. Burt mashed sum gum between his dentures and said "Ta-

ta. Nyoto kee moo-tse llego. Modeet!" Burt had a way with words, and with the village ladyboys. He would stroll along the unpaved paths, holding the model aircar aloft and making

Whirring noises. A little boy tossed a projectile, missing it by inches. The village ladyboys were gathered around the baobao tree.

A mob of marauding mandrills had made off with the leading ladyboy's favorite scarf. The villagers held a meeting at the base of the old tree to decide their next move.

"I am," said Murray the Mandrill. The mayor was then forced to preside over Murray's wedding to Barbara Mandrill, who wore lace hot pants and a veil made of banana peels. The bride

was a new convert to The First Church of The Sun and insisted The Sun officiate her nuptials. The Mayor was about to object when a beam of sunlight fried his brain and caused him

to combust right there in front of everyone. No one else objected& so they were married in a radiant ceremony with much love & laughter, living happily ever after!