They used to call this little number the 'Biohazard on the Dance Floor.'

Mephistopheles easily wins father of the year by using pyrokinesis to light his pipe.

Dogmando is firing a triple shot from his catzooka.

Mary, let us take the automobiles to the lightning track every day!

Bat wins big on the slots. News at 11.

The Brick House Dasher outruns yet another falling vase.

It speaks words to me.

A meatball meteor enters the atmosphere at dawn.

A boot realizes it has just entered Iraq.

Kermit! No!

A delicious and lovely cake.

Wait, if a limo full of people crosses the finish line first, do they all win or is it just the driver?