Trapped on the planet's surface, the sinister Dr. July is sending his scorching humido-rays to suppress the populace. The ship's ensigns are flailing about and moaning for relief in the form of a popsicle drop from the U.S.S. Groceries.
When will help come? Will the secret weapon, the Slip-n-slide-aton, be enough to get us through?
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Would you look at those kids you have in that picture. Can you believe how much they have grown in the last few months?
ReplyDeleteOr is it a little longer than that. It sure doesn't seem that long since they were that little.