‘Ello! My name is Fabio, and you-a must-a try-a my mar-i-nara!
OK, I’m sorry. I admit, I’m not Italian. And my name isn’t even Fabio. It’s Ken. Ken, as in, “Wake me when you’re done saying ‘Ken’.” I just wanted you to think I was exotic.
Eucalyptus…basil…same thing, Connor R.
Photos by Mathew Doherty
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Oh my, what an – gulp – adorable bunny. Well, um, yes, I guess he does look like Clark Gable…though that’s not the first name that comes to mind. Say, is he, a, um…nice…rabbit?
Keep an eye on that one, Chelsea T.
So here’s what I’ve seen so far: Fred Chipmunk has been stealing the cedar shingles off your house and using them to smoke cashews. Sylvia Squirrel, she’s my wife and I love her, but she’s been taunting that panting beast you call Captain Cuddles. And Norman Gerbil? Well, let’s just say he’s still mad that you brought Captain Cuddles home, so he’s been leaving you “presents” under your pillow.
I think we’re all square here, so can I have my Cheetos now?
Googly, Sophia P.
Oh, I couldn’t eat another bite – and I want to save room for dessert.
What do you mean you’re serving more berries and nuts? Well, do they at least come in pie form?
What a turkey, Heather W.
Cute Overload Holiday Tip: The holidays are a traditional time for many and often include roasting chestnuts on an open fire. But, “chestnuts” are a prickly bunch, so always be sure to first check for blemishes – and disgruntled squeaks…
Beatriz P., Fa-la-la-la-laaa-la-la-la-laaa – Namaste!
I get it. You think it’s adorable to take pictures of me doing silly things. And because you consistently provide adequate food and water, I humor you. To a point. But tread lightly owner, because let’s not forget who’s boss here. Need I mention the term “feral” to you…?
Godspeed, Holly E.
Well, hey there. Hi. I’m your Captain, Captain Stubbing. I’m here to make your cruise as enjoyable as possible. Perhaps we’ll meet on the Lido Deck for a fruit cocktail? Maybe you’ll join me in the Starlight Lounge to watch Charo? Or better yet, a night cap in my quarters…?
It may not be Acapulco, but I’m still my own floating island.
Has Chowda met Gopher, Amy B.?
Perhaps looking somewhat thuggish, they still seemed gentlemanly enough, so when Clarice Starling spotted them on her way to work, she didn’t think twice about it.
As she passed them, she gave them a shy smile. And when she received a smirk in return, she realized the worst: They were mockingbirds. Roosting over a construction site.
“Hey, chick! Nice flanks – they could kind of use some work, dontcha think? And what kind of flight feathers are those? You know, in some human worlds, they’d call your tarsus a cankle! Anyone ever tell you your rump is bigger than a toucan’s mandible?”
Eating crow is hard to swallow, B.J. P.
It was always The Bunny’s plan. They’re not sure how he did it, but there are rumors involving test tubes, birthday wishes, cryonics, dark magic, and a complicated system of levers and pulleys.
Behold, the bunny born from equal parts of John Lennon, Groucho Marx, and Albert Einstein!
It’s all relative, Amy S.
With such a recognizable catch phrase, it seems odd that Harry Carey would be reincarnated as an alpaca.
Hope you’re a Cubs fan, Jill K.
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