They must have had practice, because no matter how hard I threw things at them, they never toppled over like in the movies.
People backpacks.
Getting publicity for the plight of the mermaids.
The round sunglasses gang was out in numbers that day.
“You know the magic idol that is stored under the stage that nobody is supposed to touch?”
“Of course.”
“What would happen, theoretically, if someone licked it?”
Old skool program boarders coming back to enjoy the show and gloat over not having to do any work on this one.
DJ Byron on the turntables.
“I have no idea where these cables go, but coiling them up perfectly is just SO satisfying, ya know.”
DJ Byron continued his efforts to make the theme to “Ducktales” the song of the summer.
“I prefer ‘Rescue Rangers’, personally.”
“Take us to the drop Huey, Dewey, and Louie!”
She can enjoy the obvious reggae influences in Ducktales, but prefers the modern take on big band scat of Animaniacs.
“Wait, I thought, when you were talking about public displays of affection, you meant, like, complimenting someone’s shoes.”
“I don’t have to respond to anyone talking to me. I just point at the earplugs. These things are awesome.”
“And this is the exact moment the dog gave birth to a litter of 8. I only Snapchat real shit.”