On the Edge

Okay, nobody move. Not an inch. Stay perfectly still.

You know, I really like this candle scent.

No one cares! What the #&*@ were you thinking! Who the @&^% taught you how to drive?!

But he cut me off!

We're halfway off a %&#@ cliff because of you!

Might I suggest that we spend our time more constructively?

Do we have wormsign?

We have beer. Is that good enough?

Great! Beer me.

Leave the *&#$ beer alone! We have to get out of this truck without tipping it over.

Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Someone insisted on letting Shane drive! Now, everyone in the front, let’s slowly move into the back seat. Dracula!

Vhat?

Put Beth down and push yourself over the seat back. O’Reilly!

Wait, I'm busy. On tonight's Talking Points-

Too *&#@ bad! Get ready to catch Dracula as he moves back. If he falls into the backseat, it could shake us off the cliff.

Who would like to sing a song with me?

Maybe a short one.

I always liked Borderline by Madonna.

Madonna is for dorks. I prefer Tuvan throat singing. And pudding.

Butterscotch pudding is the best.













Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! We’re about to die unless we focus on getting off this cliff!













I know a great song about the letter K. It goes like this….














Hey, what is….?

[BANG!]

Okay, who's next?

You killed him!

I never liked him anyway. Jonathon, you remember that time your wallet came up missing?

Yeah?

Stanley took it.

I needed to buy gravy. Lots of it.

What kind?

PAY ATTENTION!

The sleeper must awaken.

My point exactly.

When suddenly, the animator suffered a fatal heart attack. The cartoon peril was no more.