"Excuse me, where's your toy department?"
"Let me answer that question with another question:
How picky are you about licking potentially food-grade plastics?"
Yep, you can always tell when bakeries are cleaning out last year's plastic flotsam inventory. Or, as I like to call it: when Darth makes new friends.
Say, d'you think if Vader were to force-choke Spongebob he'd get all wet?
Or would he just threaten to mop the floor with him?
"Good news, boss! This customer wrote 'just make it pretty' on her order form."
"HOT DANG!! Pass me the flotsam bucket."
The lobster really pulls it together.
Of course, there's no reason we can't be artistic about it.
I call this one, "The Meaning Of Life, With A Fast Food Crotch Grab On The Side."
Luckily her hair matches the icing, too, so we might even find a few surpriii-seees!
And this one's called, "Can YOU Say, 'Yooooouuu'rrre OUT!'?
"...'Cuz Indiana Jones 4 Sucked Huevos. Am I Right, Boots?"
Ok, so that title's a little wordy. I'll keep working on it.
"Well, boss, we did it. There's just one piece left - a spare from our old Halloween kits. Should I throw it away?"
"Throw it away? Are you kidding? Of course not! Give it here."
"Now we can sell it by the foot!"
Hey Shelli A., Kris T., Janie L., Jenn C., Lindsey S., Janie L., & Anony M, wheeeen theeee joke seems to fly like a big whoopie pie...that's a moray!