Minute Maid's secret research sector has spawned an abomination.

Two men have pushed a yellow car down a hill towards a river. They are quite excited about these recent events.

Something dumb. Also, flowers.

The troops approve of Vader's makeover.

Oh Christ. I think it's a chair with a face next to the number two smoking a green cigar.

Mr. Banana has been javelin-murdered.

A prohibition-era praying mantis gangster.

Erotic car maintenance.

Judge m'farm! says a happy bandito.

The Platypoo is a mammal, yet still lays eggs.

"NO," possibly someone rejecting a drawing. What a dick.

A sandwich with "On B Ope" written on it.