'Twas no more than a handful of beans off

'Twas no more than a handful of beans off the pre-agreed upon cargo, but Balthazar was not a man to be hoodwinked in any capacity. Glen's blood was pooling outwards from where he

matomal trauma sustained by a blunt object to head had acrued. "By that Jim, you mean.." "Glen was dead Charly, for a hill of beans & Balthazar was the prime suspect!" JMan waddled

over to the rack and selected Porpoise Porn: 100% fins & tubercles! He enjoyed the articles. Detective JMan said "We've got to find Balthazar before he strikes again. Let's start

an 80's style 'thinkin hard about stuff' montage until we realize what he's planning!" Past, present, and future JMan then cut to multiple shots of them examining documents, giving

birth through your mouth was a tough pill to swallow, or regurgitate. First there was the taste of the fluids and unhinging the jaw. But the JMan was up for it. He'd been pregnant

once before, and gave birth via seasarean section. This time, Det. Manatee let out a deafening "Moo!" as the fetus exited the flexible mouth. The smell attracted a local shark who

Stalked mrs. P. Yesterday.

Boingeaux the French Clown had a 5 o'clock shadow that was only visible through the white greasepaint at close range. Abigail had been that close, and wanted to get closer, but

her brother held her back. "He looks creepy, don't you think," Kip said. Abigail shook her head. "Nah." She smiled at Boingeaux, and to Kip's dismay, kissed the clown.