“I have no idea, Officer. He was standing right there in front of me. I closed my eyes for just a second and when I opened them, he was gone.”(or is that what sharks do when they hit their prey?)
The croc is meant to have two lines of scalloped edging standing up on his back, about a foot apart, that start behind his head and converge near his tail. (artistic license, I presume.)
The colorist must have mistaken them the outline of his body and tail, making him really skinny with a long serpent-like tail.
The bumpy strip in between them is colored white to match the ground, but it’s actually part of his back, and should be green, like the rest of him.
That way, he’s really shaped much more like a croc, and you can see that the odd appendage is just his back leg.
William “Big Willy” Johnson couldn’t be bothered with the list. The head watchman told him to stick to the list, no exceptions. Whatever. They’re just a bunch of lazy caged animals. Stick to the list… please.Big Willy was running low on his hash stash and his regular guy was sent to San Diego on monkey business. The mellow croc in sector MJ-420 was his only option. “$60 bucks for the swamp green?!? That’s safari piracy!” Big Willy complained.“Boo freaking hoo,” mumbled the old croc, “you’re making me cry.”“Whatever,” Big Willy groaned. As fished out his wallet, he couldn’t help flash back to something on the list, but it was vague. It had to do with the old croc: #8 – Whatever … something. “Whatever indeed.”A sparkling glitter trail trickled into Big Willy’s peripheral vision. He glanced up and saw a line of gems forming along the old croc’s snout. As he took the cash from his wallet, Big Willy followed the trail up to the cold, shiny eye. The croc with the diamond eye! Suddenly, the list was crystal clear. #8 – Whatever you do, don’t look him in the eye.
It’s too clean there for anyone to have been eaten and he’s talking to the beast expecting an answer. The only logical alternative is that a witch turned him into a newt crocagator.
The gator’s hapless story begins when Goober was just a pup. First abandoned by his mother, tormented by the neighborhood bullies, kidnapped and then exploited in carnivals, sideshows and States Fairs throughout the Midwest he was finally sold into captivity by ruthless traders to an underground curios shop in Detroit. Destined to become a gourmet dinner to a car parts mogul, Goober was rescued at the last moment by a Green Peace Associate whose life mission was to make the cover of Time Magazine. Realizing three gators and one unidentified snake would not fulfill his career goals, he flushed Goober and his companions down the toilet. Following the hand of celestial intervention, Goober made his way to a storm water drainage pond near the landfill; there he lived happily for many months. Discovered by Boy Scouts on a day hike, Goober was being brutally stoned to death when once again good fortune smiled and he was rescued by the Federal Tobacco and Firearm Agency, who had been investigating the Boy Scouts for months on possible Arms Treaty violations. Held as an exhibit for the pending trial, Goober was transported to a classified detention center in Northern Florida. There he fell into a gang of iguanas who accepted him as their own. After their escape scheme had been foiled by a planted informant; Goober was transferred to a Georgia facility where he spent fourteen months in solitary confinement. Delirious from his ordeal of incarceration, Goober was slow to realize the day pen was actually his new home. Hungry and confused, Goober wandered aimless for days until misfortune reared its ugly head and Goober found himself once again being interrogated by persons unknown to him concerning events to which he had no knowledge. Wide eyed and bewildered, all Goober could do was smile attentively and wonder what will happen next.
margueritem over 12 years ago
That alligator has a very strange rear leg growing from its tail.
The guard must have insulted him, and he took his revenge. Love the sugar wouldn’t melt in his mouth look.
Steve Bartholomew over 12 years ago
He slipped and fell into my mouth, officer.
Superfrog over 12 years ago
Tell him a story. He’ll swallow anything.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 12 years ago
“Oh nothing…. ♪ ♫… why do you ask? " ♫…♪
unnormal over 12 years ago
“I have no idea, Officer. He was standing right there in front of me. I closed my eyes for just a second and when I opened them, he was gone.”(or is that what sharks do when they hit their prey?)
tegm over 12 years ago
looool!!! XD
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 12 years ago
Marg — I just figured out it’s a coloring error.
The croc is meant to have two lines of scalloped edging standing up on his back, about a foot apart, that start behind his head and converge near his tail. (artistic license, I presume.)
The colorist must have mistaken them the outline of his body and tail, making him really skinny with a long serpent-like tail.
The bumpy strip in between them is colored white to match the ground, but it’s actually part of his back, and should be green, like the rest of him.
That way, he’s really shaped much more like a croc, and you can see that the odd appendage is just his back leg.
Plods with ...™ over 12 years ago
TICK TICK TICK…. Oh wait – that was a crocodile
PICTO over 12 years ago
….and then the when night watchman began spanking the monkey and I couldn’t stand it any more, I just snapped.
gijoe76 over 12 years ago
William “Big Willy” Johnson couldn’t be bothered with the list. The head watchman told him to stick to the list, no exceptions. Whatever. They’re just a bunch of lazy caged animals. Stick to the list… please.Big Willy was running low on his hash stash and his regular guy was sent to San Diego on monkey business. The mellow croc in sector MJ-420 was his only option. “$60 bucks for the swamp green?!? That’s safari piracy!” Big Willy complained.“Boo freaking hoo,” mumbled the old croc, “you’re making me cry.”“Whatever,” Big Willy groaned. As fished out his wallet, he couldn’t help flash back to something on the list, but it was vague. It had to do with the old croc: #8 – Whatever … something. “Whatever indeed.”A sparkling glitter trail trickled into Big Willy’s peripheral vision. He glanced up and saw a line of gems forming along the old croc’s snout. As he took the cash from his wallet, Big Willy followed the trail up to the cold, shiny eye. The croc with the diamond eye! Suddenly, the list was crystal clear. #8 – Whatever you do, don’t look him in the eye.
Larry Miller Premium Member over 12 years ago
It’s too clean there for anyone to have been eaten and he’s talking to the beast expecting an answer. The only logical alternative is that a witch turned him into a newt crocagator.
fsymons over 12 years ago
“Then what happened?’ is the wrong question. It’s about to happen again.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 12 years ago
“…i ate him…”
Constance Hecht over 12 years ago
He ate him because he cut off his leg
Lefty2 over 12 years ago
The gator’s hapless story begins when Goober was just a pup. First abandoned by his mother, tormented by the neighborhood bullies, kidnapped and then exploited in carnivals, sideshows and States Fairs throughout the Midwest he was finally sold into captivity by ruthless traders to an underground curios shop in Detroit. Destined to become a gourmet dinner to a car parts mogul, Goober was rescued at the last moment by a Green Peace Associate whose life mission was to make the cover of Time Magazine. Realizing three gators and one unidentified snake would not fulfill his career goals, he flushed Goober and his companions down the toilet. Following the hand of celestial intervention, Goober made his way to a storm water drainage pond near the landfill; there he lived happily for many months. Discovered by Boy Scouts on a day hike, Goober was being brutally stoned to death when once again good fortune smiled and he was rescued by the Federal Tobacco and Firearm Agency, who had been investigating the Boy Scouts for months on possible Arms Treaty violations. Held as an exhibit for the pending trial, Goober was transported to a classified detention center in Northern Florida. There he fell into a gang of iguanas who accepted him as their own. After their escape scheme had been foiled by a planted informant; Goober was transferred to a Georgia facility where he spent fourteen months in solitary confinement. Delirious from his ordeal of incarceration, Goober was slow to realize the day pen was actually his new home. Hungry and confused, Goober wandered aimless for days until misfortune reared its ugly head and Goober found himself once again being interrogated by persons unknown to him concerning events to which he had no knowledge. Wide eyed and bewildered, all Goober could do was smile attentively and wonder what will happen next.
x_Tech over 12 years ago
That’s okay, the landscapers have already spray painted over all the brown spots.
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member over 2 years ago
“When he said he saw my future in the shoe business it was the last straw.”
Tigressy over 2 years ago
Wonders everywhere…
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