The pudgy mouse ran up the alarm clock.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The power stone was flushed from his kidneys.
The alien pheromones made him regain his senses.
She drew him to her with her pencil.
“Monsters flourish in the walls, not in closets.”
The toddler rode his monster into the kitchen.
“Aren’t you the cutest wittle alie-gat—”
CHOMP! “No.”
“The cow jumped over the moooooooo-n!”
“Please stop.”
Beaver felt embarrassed whenever his Cousin Platypus visited.
“We won’t take crap!” The unionized toilets yelled.
The couch swallowed him along with his change.
“Interstellar travel lets us rewatch old TV shows.”
The befuddled alien brought a bouquet of trees.
“Why do you humans murder flowers for ‘love’?”
“You love beating dead jokes till they’re lame.”
The stylist made his bed hair look natural.
The girl smiled and spiked the monster’s tea.
“Your Mom is sexy.”
“Too much information, Dad.”
The alien recoiled as I ate some pudding.
He broke his heart to save her head.