“That was the burp heard round the world.”
“Tell me how to get to Sesame Street!”
“What sound does a Daddy make?”
The ghost hovered over Demi Moore without cameras.
“There’s no place called Sesame Street.”
“She’s a doll. She can’t talk.”
His fury was atomic in size and blast.
“It is deeply disturbing.”
“I love it.”
Narwhal smirked knowingly at Unicorn, “Horn envy, much?”
“Well, you’re just jealous,” Unicorn said to Horse.
“Someday my princess will come.”
“Keep on dreaming.”
His crackpot scheme involved Ponzi, pyramids, and kettles.
The elves fought the dark lord over cupcakes.
He couldn’t guess how deeply she missed cheese.
His birthday suite changed the birthday party’s timbre.
The beaver never understood his cousin the platypus.
The Polar Bear didn’t really understand polar coordinates.
The penguin and the ostrich started Flying-Stinks Inc.
Kids reminded him of what he lost: Quiet.
His campaign limped along on ego and hubris.