As the ruthless Imelda Chisel finally consolidates her grip on the family salad oil refineries, she learns that her lover, the handsome Brock Lancer, is in reality her half-nephew Ygnatz Leibowitz. Meanwhile, at Generally Specific Hospital, Louise Slobberfloss, awaiting her life-saving double brain-bypass operation, tearfully confesses her darkest secrets to her husband Jürgen, for what may be the very last time…
The Guiding Leash is an Alida W. production.
Journey with us now into The Future, where Today becomes Tomorrow, Tomorrow becomes Today, and Yesterday is still Yesterday, only later. Hop into your sleek personal HoverFrog…
…and away you go! Whooshing in silent comfort past gleaming skyscrapers!
And when you arrive at your destination, simply park your pollution-free HoverFrog in the sun to recharge!
It’s a great big beautiful tomorrow from your window, Erin G.
"Ooooooooooooh!
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!"
[light bulb goes off] "with the right board, I could surf that thing…"
Meanwhile, Sender-Inner Margaret F. looks on:
Margaret F., I think he’ll join you on the bench if you ask nicely.
Rule 12: Breakfast tastes better when it’s color-coordinated.
Rule 41: Just let it ring. They’ll call back.
Rule 77: Spoons are for losers.
And the all-important rule #1: If at all possible, be a ferret.
Pass the Ferret Flakes, Kate S.
"So, you were going to pan-fry me in butter, were you? Well, let’s see how you taste with some mashed ‘nanas, washed down with a sippy cup full of Juicy Juice, fuzzball!"
I see he’s already started on the tail, Alison G.
"… and then I got this one about three Christmases ago from my cousin Hamilton. It’s all right, I guess, but it doesn’t come with any cool accessories or anything. But I still take it out and play with it whenever he comes over to visit, ’cause Mom says we have to be nice to him because he goes to that special school and has to wear a helmet all the time."
So what is on the TV, anyway, Laura K.?
Sender-inner Shelly P. sent her pooch Augustus to play outdoors, and things just kind of snowballed from there. But "Augie" seems perfectly pleased to be snowed in, don’t you think?
Smile, Augie! Shelly suggests that a permanent toothy grin become a new Rule of Cuteness. What say you?
Unless some nosey hedgehog comes by wanting that toilet paper ube, I am GOLDEN for the day.
[Sinks deeper into sawdust bed]
[waves miniscule paw goodnight]
Hot damn.
It is HOT.
Hot enough to sneak into this cinderblock haven and look for relief! [Koala makes 'ehn!' sounds]
WAIT A MIN! [sploosh sploosh] WHAT’S THEES!?
[Test Slurpitty test slurpitty]
Yes.
Yes, this will do.
[Sizzling Koala sounds]
According to Sender-Inner Kathy M., "A guy at work’s wife sent him these photos of a little Koala who just walked into the back porch looking for a bit of heat relief. She filled up a bucket and this is what happened!"
OMG PONIES!
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