Clive always hated it when the neighboring planets dropped in unannounced. 
Dowsing for strained peaches. 
“Yes, it’s a giant, pink, saucer-eating, space bunny. It also shoots lasers out of its nose. You’re welcome.” 
“Who’s up for a Snow Cone?” 
“If you were really pure, Cindy, you’d have brought them back to life by now.” 
When it rains, it’s pork. 
Jeannie patiently awaits the barnacle scraper. 
The thought of freezing everything she owns makes Natalie transparent with delight. 
“Look, Johnny! Daddy found the pod you hatched from!” 
The Japanese inventing the stewardess. 
Magritte was here. 
Smiling zombie co-eds have trapped their prey atop a phone booth. 
Santa shows Janie and Nancy what happens to us after we die. 
Or smoke all his pot; be a potsticker. 
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruffffff!”