It was not until I stared deep into the penguin's eyes that I knew for sure it had no soul. Such an adorable façade.

The number thirty-seven finds himself hopelessly in love with the letter D. It is a forbidden love. Innocent. Playful. But forbidden.

Tell me the story about the old dog and the bubbles. No, not that one, the other one. Remember? The pink bubbles?

This crab is having trouble finding an acceptable mate. Or is he?

Ninja crabs.

Golf Christ. Time for the holy putter.

We have determined that the father is cars. Fast cars.