Utah smurfator... eh you guys will figure it out.
Smurfceratops.
Smurfadactyl.
Smurflociraptors.
Smurfoladon.
Smurf-toothed Saber
Tiger-toothed Smurf.
Saber-smurf-tooth!
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Its whack-a-blue thingy time.
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
Sorry about that boss. When I see them I gotta smash them all.
Leprechauns and rainbows, huh?
Let me think.
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I know. We bury hundreds of Pots of Gold everywhere and leave rainbow shaped clues laying around where people can find them. Only the clues will be 2 feet off from the actual location. After digging for hours and finally find the exact spot, they will find a pot of candy gold coins that taste like boogers.
Smurfinonychus.
Smurfaeopteryx
Is it true that St Patrick chased all the smurfs out of Ireland?
No silly, Patrick is the star fish.
He can still be canonised, and chase things.
dig dig dig
Got the first 327 buried boss.
Be done with the rest before midnight.
Smurfs chased all the starfish out of Ireland? Yeah, that sounds right.
It probably took awhile. Starfish aren't known for their speed.
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As an expert marine paleobiologist, I can confirm that the Irish ones were much, much, much faster than normal.
how about the sponges?
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Happy St. Paddy's Day...
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Suckers!
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Nice work, Schism, all of our hard earned planning has paid off beautifully!
*Schism and I gleefully view the hilarious spectacle that is our evil endeavour.*
All that is left for us to do, is to sit back and relax!
*We both then sit down on a couple of deckchairs and drink the finest champagne we could find.*
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Hey boss! Look over there.
Isn't that..?
Yes, it is!
His dorkiness's hair no longer matches the house he now occupies.
HA HA HA!
Well, there are 76 of us, and we've been emptying the condensation from our trombones into that there bucket and fermenting it for, oh, how many years?
1,204.
Go back to sleep.
Hits the win again with the Hammer of Sleepies.
Ooopsie.!
Sorry about that.
The Trombone Champaign went straight to my head.
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Yes, well, this is Pulg's Fairy Trombone Orchestra we're talking about. There's magic in all that spittle you know! Good for bathing in too (at least, for me it is), makes you really clean!
*Turns to Schism.*
No Schism, I haven't been bathing in our champagne.
*Goes back to talking to The When.*
And the leprechaun king can kiss my shamrock coated Blarney stone until the cows come home!
*Schism and I promptly laugh at my joking insult.*
Hic
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Perhaps, The When requires a brain? It has already confessed not to possess any vital organs.
*Somehow manages to catch The When and performs a dangerous surgical procedure.*
There we are, a complete success!
*However, the operation was too successful. Now The When is the most intelligent being in the universe!*
But how can that be the case, when Dr Jordan B. Peterson is still alive?!
Not to worry, Dedrick the Professor operated on the grinch by accident. So not the most intelligent being in the universe... Nor is the grinch. Gotta have something to work with, you know.
..grr... *readies club*
It's a stone cold solid groove alright.