Hands in the air, like they mostly don’t care. But deep down, they kinda do.
Immobilized by the pink ray.
Keeping the beats going.
Aww yeah.
“And this is the exact moment the dog gave birth to a litter of 8. I only Snapchat real shit.”
“I don’t have to respond to anyone talking to me. I just point at the earplugs. These things are awesome.”
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.”
“Take us to the drop Huey, Dewey, and Louie!”
“I prefer ‘Rescue Rangers’, personally.”
DJ Byron continued his efforts to make the theme to “Ducktales” the song of the summer.
“I have no idea where these cables go, but coiling them up perfectly is just SO satisfying, ya know.”
DJ Byron on the turntables.
Old skool program boarders coming back to enjoy the show and gloat over not having to do any work on this one.
“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?”