The clock's intention's were pure. He had

The clock's intention's were pure. He had merely accelerated his hands as a kind of gear workout. But in doing so, he inadvertently fast-forwarded everyone's lives. Luckily, TiVo

was watching the whole thing and memorized it. If people wanted to go back in time to see what they missed, then they could. But the remote was lost in the

great couch cushions of the sky. Of course, that was the LAST place I looked. While searching, I did come across world peace, the meaning of life, and a half eaten snickers. After

almost seven months of desperate searching, I came across a double headed dog jumping in glory. That's when I got the clue...and one clue led to another. By the time I reached Lyon

I had forgotten the reason of all this clue getting. I had about 50 clues, but what clue could tell me why a double headed dog gave me a clue in the first place? Lyon is a marvello

us speciman with rottweiler and poodle heads, second cousin to Cerebus. My trip to the fifth ring of Heck was getting complicated. I had to get an accordion file for my clues.

I came up with a new plan, and rang the doorbell on the wall of Dis again.“What now?!”the fallen angel shouted.I said “If you can answer my riddle we’ll go back to the 4th circle.”

But Walt wasn't having any of our ding dong riddle ditch. Disney loaded the shot gun, kicking open the door so hard it flew the wrong way out and knocked us all onto his lawn.

"Zippity Doo Dah THIS!" he said as he leveled the shotgun, pulling the trigger and blowing a nice big hole right through the wall. Fortunately, there was nobody home. Walt sighed