*sends Toy for a drug test*

I failed that one too.  They didn't even give me a grade, just sent for the police.

Ooh, police beatings! *documents Toy's bruises*

Oh, they didn't beat me.  They just gave me a...TICKET!

Well scratch it off and see if you're a winner!

It's actually to the carnival.

Hm, definitely not a winner, then.

Meh.  the spaceship ride is always fun.

I prefer spacecows.

But their milk is all spoiled.

What milk?

 

But you see, spaceships are so overdone. Cars, too. We need, like, horses and things. Only, horses have been done too. This got me thinking... what's a mode of transport that's in need of a revival?

 

Yes!

 

Cows!

 

Or oxen, if you prefer.

How about pet rocks?

I think it would be fun to fly around on dishwashers.

I'm pretty sure that's been done.

*thinks*

I'm not that clever... I was thinking of my clay pet Bob.... Although he's kind of dusty.

I've had him for years.

 

Real pic:

 

I had something similar.  Only a bit smaller, more spherical, and a combination of whites, reds, browns, and greys.

Well... I didn't have time to get detail shots... he has eyes and a nose, created by my fingernails.  And he has Bob written on his back.  By my fingernails.

 

He's getting old and bent, though.  Poor Bob.

That's what he gets for living under your bed.

In a basket on top of my desk.  And the basket needs to be put back in circulation.

Well, same thing really.  Maybe he should get a job.

As a ferry?

The blob.

Bob the Blob... it has a ring to it.

Yeah, he should get a job.

Will you be his agent?