Rootin' Tootin'

Found. Yosemite Sam hot sauce. It comes a blazin'. At breakfast no less. I don't see any reason to draw, however. Wyatt, Doc, Billy, and the boys are long gone. It's just hot sauce.

Nailed!

Found. Quite possibly the largest hammer in existence. "Duh, Troutslayer", you say, "It's outside the Hammer Museum in Haines, Alaska." "Hammer museum?", I say, "No such thing." To which you reply, "It's taller than a friggin' telephone pole. It's an big MC Hammer." "Hmmm", I say, "Can't touch this!"

In the red

Lost. T-shirt. Eyeballs. Feet. I mean, who brings a blind, shirtless, footless baby on a subway and lets them fumble about unattended? Bad things bound to happen here, you dig?

Let's start with family, shall we?

Lost. Genetics 101. We can't erase our parents. Can we?

What will it take to get you in this car today?

Lost. A lemon. Dammit, so I grabbed a goddamn grapefruit instead. But still, imagine a car, and a lemon, and a lemon in a car. I would have unlimited leverage..and jokes...to play with salesmen/dorks, for trade-in value.

Pass the soap

Found. A fur-ball in my hotel shower. I paid for the highway noise and the privilege to stay next to a crack-head, but was completely unaware of the shower rights.

Goin Once? Goin...ah, shit...

Lost. 4 wheels. Yup. 4 wheels. And a clutch...carburator...whatever it takes to make a vehicle go forth. Hey scoob, no ghosts!!!!