Up next: the Vampire Platypus and the Tasmanian Archdevil.
But should they be called 'kangavores' or 'carnivoos'? I'm not sure either one really does justice to the notion...
They've recently been in the news,
Those kangavores (or carnivoos).
I'm glad they lived on foreign shores,
those carnivoos (or kangavores).
Either way, I hope we can look forward to a high-budget, Jurassic-Park-like treatment of the subject featuring computer-generated whatever-they-ares.
*applauds*
I don't believe they ever existed.
Those abominations of Satan were drowned in Noah's flood.
Obviously minions of Cthulu. When he awakes you will know the gnashing of beaks, and the dreaded hippity hopping.
Not the hippity hopping!
"Demon duck of doom" just begs to be made into a t-shirt.
Or a g-string.
OH COME ON these things are OBVIOUSLY FAKE!!
Look behind you, Chy....
*runs*
I am so gonna have nightmares tonight.....
But you always have nightmares...
They've recently been in the news,
Those kangavores (or carnivoos).
I'm glad they lived on foreign shores,
those carnivoos (or kangavores).
Greetings. I am the ghost of W.S. Gilbert, typing on the computer of the Underpants Monster. I have come from beyond the grave to profess my undying love and kinship with Stan the bat, who is no doubt a long-lost descendant of mine. The irony of the word "undying" is not lost on me. My good friend the ghost of Arthur Sullivan would like your permission to set your poem to music, which he will use to curry favor with the ghost of Queen Victoria. Toffee-nosed little bum-kisser.
Yours in necrosis,
Sir Willian Schwenck Gilbert (deceased)
"There were meat-eating kangaroos with long fangs"...
Wait a minute.
Are we talking about saber-toothed kangaroos, here?
That's just beyond awesome. Also, as a friend of mine points out, the whole idea is reminiscent of the bunny from Holy Grail..
Were the killer kangaroo and the demon duck of doom locked in a death struggle and frozen in a big glob of amber when they found them? Cuz that would make a totally cool brooch or hat pin.
OK, this must be that "Bladder-Mineshaft" syndrome you guys were talking about last week.
I just finished reading this article at cnn.com. It talks about how the report of potential terrorist sites put out by Homeland Security doesn't include the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty, but:
"Instead, the department's database of vulnerable critical infrastructure and key resources included an insect zoo, a bourbon festival, a bean fest and a kangaroo conservation center."
Obviously, the terrorists are onto the fact that we're breeding killer kangaroos for military purposes...
(I don't know who drew this I got it from here)
oh yeah....
GNASHING OF BEAKS!!!!!!
Best Post of 2006!!
I say that kit fellow has done it again!
Quite! Quite!
I thank you!
*is eaten by a duck*
Beneath the darkling moon
I have heard the hippity hop
the galloping terror
the needle fangs
and the misshapen horrors
in mucous-lined pouches
and cries too close to words
chilling, Nick!
*suspects watermelons may be about, checks warily*
If Der Werzog hears of this, he will insist on finding some way to recreate them as pets. He will name them "Kan-ghis Khan" and "Duck Cheney."
*leaps into sabre-toothed kangaroo's mouth*
*calls in legion of evil ducks for stomping purposes
Cuz that would make a totally cool brooch or hat pin.
That would be one hell of a big hat required there.... (~_^)
))) for Nickdanger!!!
Dear All,
Greetings and a sepulchral “Tarantara” to you all. Dead!Gilbert here again. I am glad (albeit in a crusty sort of way) to report the crashing success of our new comic opera, Rootopia, Ltd., or, The Kangavores and the Carnivoos. The ghost of Jessie Bond was in fine voice as the
Queen of the Carniroos in a special command performance at the “Pine Condo,” summer
residence of Queen Vistoria’s ghost on the river Styx. The production was spoilt, however, when the ghost of Danny Kaye insisted on appearing onstage in a wig of snakes, which would have been
fine except he wasn’t in the cast. Her Royal Cadaverousness fainted dead away in the arms of
that deceased Kraut she calls a husband. The irony of the phrase “fainted dead away” is not lost
on me.
Enclosed is your royalty check for 50,000 GhostBucks®, from which I have deducted the cost of
a new bidet for the theatre and a trombone for Sullivan’s mistress.
Yours Feet First,
Sir William Schwenck Gilbert (mortis)
P.S. Lennon’s ghost wants to tell you he’s going to haunt those bastards at “Paste” Magazine
until they take McCartney’s name off their “Greatest Lining Songwriters” list. He thinks they’re just “rubbing it in.”
P.P.S. Get a Mac!
P.P.P.S. - When I said "check," I meant "cheque," I'm English, don't you know. Rule Britannia and all that Limey rot.
-W.S.G. (ex)
*unplugs TUM*
Is that cheque mate, petes?
You'll be hearing from my solicitors.
**crackle***crackle** And now, "From My Solicitors," a timeless ditty in 6/8 featuring the vocal talents of the Lincoln's Inn Gilbert and Sullivan Society. Take it away, boys! ***crackle**crackle****
...Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye? Next on our programme, Somewhere My Love Lies Sleeping with a male chorus. **crackle**
P.P.P.P.S. When I said "lining," I meant "living." That wouldn't have happened if I had a Mac.
**crackle**
And later for your entertainment, we will feature Stomping Duck Cheney and the Fabulous Munching Carniveroos!
... Stomping Duck Chaney ...
O YESSS PRESSSCIOUS!
Do you know why Ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out forest fires.
Do you know why elephants have flat feet?
To stamp out burning ducks.
Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week folks.
One show a night, two on weekends. The second show gets a little blue, if you know what I mean.
You're sad because you have to work late on weekends?
o fear the killer roo the bastard will eat you and then the Duck of Doom will come and eat the roo from ears to bum