"Oh Mr. Willlllson."
We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
I should have known that those tickets were too cheap to be any good.
MISTY MOUNTAIN HIP HOP It's all in the gangsta glare
CLAUS TO THE LEFT OF ME, jokers to the right
Mummy! Buy me a trollop! Pleeeease?
Here you go Billy, your nightmare fuel.