Based off of a true story where a random hot dog showed up on our front lawn. Still have no idea how it got there. Maybe someone WAS having a hot dog throwing competition. We may never know.
It’s as if you can literally feel the oncoming sugar rush and cavities!
…I just like whipped cream, man. And we are entering the perfect season for it. I’m talkin’ hot chocolate. Pie. Egg nog. The seasonal frappucinos they have at Starbucks. A glorious time for whipped cream, indeed.
This is what happens when you run out of ideas and begin to wonder how these guys eat. Dot has a mouth – it’s just hidden in the dark behind her fang-mandible things. And I’m pretty sure that that’s not how gas masks work. But then again, it’s Quincy. Normal rules do not apply here.
Abel got a little too excited to light something on fire. Also another triple prompt picture starring these guys.
You’re gonna have to be sneakier than that, Pip.
Oh, that’s a lot of sugar.
You know, their dad WAS going to make carrot cake with all those carrots. He might have to get some more.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, I will not be wearing a button-up tomorrow. Nor will I be making the turkey. But there will be brownies. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Enjoy the food, the family, and be thankful and merry!