We run a classy ship here at Over the Hedge. Every detail is mined for maximum silliness.
Useless decorative toiletry blandishments: No place but Over the Hedge.
I like Don. Maybe we should see more of him. Like a 60’s hep-cat deer. Groovy, man. Dig it!
Or maybe not.
At the risk of alerting the Parenting Police, my wife and I used to slip our daughters a little Benadrly before long plane rides. I still feel the resulting positive karma flowing from fellow passengers proved our suspect parenting was worth it.
We’re sorry. The questionable mental health of imaginary Japanese disaster movie monster cousins is not funny.
Actually, a palinode is a specifically formal poetic retraction of an earlier poem. Like, if I wrote, “I’m rubber, you’re glue whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you” then changed it to, “Actually, I absorb glue like a poison so please don’t kill me.”
Over the Hedge: Teaching you stuff you didn’t really need to know since 1995.
Nobody likes a chatty ant.
Or a drunk monkey.
Or a drunk platypus.
The fur and the duckbill? It’s just creepy.