Gozirra is at a loss for words in car junkyards.

Gozirra doesn’t like when he has to hold Mothra’s purse.

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“Tweet!”

You heard it. You know you heard it, but you pretend you didn’t hear it. You pretend no one in the house heard it.

“Tweet!”

But it happened, there’s the proof that it really happened. But you’re not the only person in the house. Maybe someone else heard it… louder than you did?

“Tweet!”

It’s a silent race to see who will be the first to stir, announcing their presence by noise. Only, no one wants to win the race. If you win it, you need to fix it.

“Tweet!”

…By this point, nobody cares to race anymore, as their concentration is broken by the ceiling’s chirping. Everyone rushes to knock the batteries loose– after all, we have nostrils that will smell any fire just as well as the fire alarm, right?!

She’s my circus freak, soon-to-be Sculpey sculpture

Shane Prigmore and Shannon Tindle gave us an assignment to design several vampires, one which could be in Al Hirschfeld’s style and another that could be in our own style. Here are mine!

Al Hirschfeld -styled vampire

…And my own style. Thirsty couple of guys!