If you want to steal the moon, grab a lunch pail and call it an errand. The cows are moody tonight, and the roads are paved with snickers.

Join our esteemed society of Pigeons Against Omnidirectional Wind! Here, we embrace the breeze sideways because frontways simply won’t do.

Remember the tale of the wizard who couldn't spell "cat"? Neither do we, but the story of the squirrel who became king of the nut realm has undoubtedly spread.

Intergalactic spoon bending contests resume Saturdays at noon, but only if it doesn’t rain chicken breast on Friday night. Spa day, anyone?