Spoon Seeker Prints

'When you've finished the washing up and you're certain you've cleaned absolutely everything... you'll always find another teaspoon.'

'The ghost walks this passage every night Monday to Friday. He has weekends off.'

Soup of the month.

Ghost School.

Toivola Jones and the Search For Spring.

New Flavors at Where's the Scoop Ice Cream

',,,And we'd really like a heart for the Tin Man,,,'

Kiss the Commander in Chef

Man runs scared from ringing graveyard bell.

Why don't you ever like to spoon?

Unbeknownst to most, dogs are actually greedy bastards searching for gold,

Man indignant at having caught no fish

"I'm getting too old for this..."

Towny Music Night.

"All the salmon has disappeared yet every door to the house was locked. Oh, it's a mystery all right."

"Whadya know, we're being audited."

"Listen, the first pterodactyl of spring."

"Excuse me, do you folks believe in ghosts?"

'Give Me All The Money In My Account'

"You've got termites."

'A Telegram, M'Lord.'

"I'm Walter Grimes and I approve this drink."

'Do you believe how easy it is to find corn on the internet?'

'Repossessed? No, I said it was possessed.'

How much for a blueberry scone? $3.25. I'll give you $1.20. Huh? $1.40. $1.45. It's not negotiable. Shrewd. $1.65. $2.00. $2.10. $2.25, but I want free shipping! Ebay addicts. $3 for your sandwich. $6.

'Yeah, I'm a trife scorpio - what of it?'

"Is it safe to come out yet?"

What can I get you? A lemonade, and a scone for my avatar. No way. You have an avatar? Sure. Who doesn't? It's the hip thing. But that's just a movie concept. You're living in an imaginary kid world, right? If you say so. Okay, so one lemonade and one pretend scone. Real scone. For my real avatar. Don't let it get to you. How come I don't have an avatar?!?! You're cruel, lady. Give me my $5. Best money I ever spent.

Valentine's Day

You've got to admire his spunk.

Townsfolk enjoying some personal time off at their local mountain spring.

Department of Disinformation Looms Over the Department of Information.

Psst. Me? Yeah, you. Mort Park – radio journalist. I got a scoop for you. Oh really. First, I gotta know, are you one of those reporters who will go to jail rather than reveal a secret source? Oh, the intrigue is maddening! Can you get lattes in prison?

Note: Remote control goes inside the soup spoon.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you, mister. This saloon is made entirely of ninjas.'