Bigger on the Inside
My name is Prank.
And my name is Frank.
We’re Prankenfrank.
No, we’re Frankenprank.
Prankenfrank!
Frankenprank! Let me be frank, Prank.
You’re already Frank, Frank.
Meanwhile…
Baby Zeus lay hunkered down in a locker in Snoopy’s doghouse.
One day baby Zeus pulled a prank on Snoopy. Unfortunately, the prank went horribly wrong, as sometimes pranks do, but that’s a tale for another time.
Baby Zeus grew up to be quite the prankster. Among his many children were Prank and Frank. On the outside, Frank and Prank were ridiculously one-dimensional. But, on the inside, Prank and Frank were prime examples of dimensional transcendence wherein tiny orange clown cars circled continuously around the inside of their craniums.
Meanwhile…
Hey, Frank!
What?
Feel like a prank?
What do you have in mind?
Ever put sugar in a gas tank?
No.
Ever put salt in a sperm bank?
No.
Ever pour blood in a fish tank?
Um, no.
Ever been to Burbank?
No.
Ever walk the gangplank?
No.
Ever own a piggy bank?
No.
Ever pump out a septic tank?
No.
Ever burn down the Library of Alexandria?
Yes, but that was a prank gone wrong.
Twice?
Awww, Frank, you’re no fun!
Go tell that to Aunt Suzie.
Sorry, I’m not a fan.
So what are you, an air conditioner?
