Gadget wasn't quite sure what had happened to her very clever apparatus for helping her get up to the counter at the store, but that didn't concern her too much. It wouldn't take much work for her at all to finagle up something new and get herself up there and ready for another day at work
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Just your typical Saturday night for Bozo the Clown.
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Eat your heart out, MacGuyver.
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And therefore, it was time for Mr. Winkles to gather... supplies.
Did the stunning female mouse in the stylish jumpsuit happen to know where Mr. Winkles, future ruler of the world at large, could procure some sort of large, mechanized suit with a tiny cockpit that was, say, gerbil-friendly? He was on a budget, but was completely willing to pay in instalments.
What was the sunflower seed to American Dollar exchange rate like in the 80s, anyhow?
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Gadget gasped, nearly dropping the toothpaste cap in her hands. "Mr. Winkles! I should have known I'd see you rolling around in here!"
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Why did the sexy lady have to play so hard to get?
Mr. Winkles held up his little paws, a gesture of peace. He held no ill will against fellow rodents. He simply had grand visions. Visions of a world in which all inferior life forms (particularly those over a foot tall at the shoulder) would willingly bow down to him. Was that so wrong?
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*dorks*
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