Are we dead yet?

I designed this terrarium.
A crawdad evolved in it.
He's addicted to seaweed.

Are we dead yet?

Are you a bleeder?
Can I borrow your fur?
Are we bleeding money?

Are we dead yet?

There's a bomb in my brain!
They engraved me with melody-needles!
I married a tree!

Are we dead yet?

Are you clever?
Why not?
Are you clever?

Are we dead yet

Rumba

What we need is a fuck-tax.
Fuck-tax on the fuckers!

Rumba dumba!

I got my dumbbell and my ice-ax!

Rumba dumba!

What we need is a fuck-tax,
and if the Duke don't like it...

He can fax us his adieux!

And if the dog don't doodoo,
and if the cow don't moo...

If a much of a Duchess don't chacha...

We can fack-fack-fack-fax them too!

Rumba dumba!

Ants

I was born in an ethical ant-hill.
I was raised by the ethical ants.

Have you seen the ants dancing?
They dance all the time!
Some of them can even tap-dance!

Tap tap tap tappity tappity tap!
Tappity tap tap tap tap tap!

Can you dance with the ethical ants?
Am I dancing?

Am I dancing the ethical ant-dance?

Malta

Before we met, I was
probably a peanut.

I was pickled by the Huns.
Pickled peanuts!
That's all they ate.
Later Sydney Greenstreet bought me at a yard sale.

He glued wings on me and
called me the Maltese Peanut.

Are we flying yet?

I already waited for a thousand years!

How Scary Is This Movie?

We screamed so much, they had to gag us!
They glued us to the seats!

A tooth for a tooth, and torture for the toothless!

Get ready to gargle!
Get ready to squeak!

Okra

Don't look at the clock!
We could turn into okra!

Our garage is on fire!
We could turn into okra!

Fuh-uh-uh-uh-uh
ucka-fuh-fuh
fuh-ucka-fuh-fuh!

All souls are
barking in a
child-proof jar!

We could turn into okra!

Café des Arts

You may be sad,
you may be smart,
or you may be funny,
my friends,
but the only living art
is the art of money.