Big Top by Rob Harrell for January 27, 2007
January 26, 2007
January 28, 2007
Transcript:
Man: Aye, this Stuccoo... he's a wily one. In my clown wrangling, I've faced more than my share of grease-painted devils. But this one... he's crafty. Pure evil. He has the cold, dead eyes of a shark. 'Tis the Moby Dick to my Ahab. Pete: Is the violin necessary? Dusty: Mood Pete. 'S all about mood.
