 |
Until Bengali decides to escape through the ventilation ducts. Tygra, get your foot out of my face. Sorry, Panthro. Anyway, Kit and Kat not only get into trouble by themselves, they do it together, too. I don't know how many times those two have crashed those space boards. I coudl look it up for you. That's okay, Snarfer. I'll be happier not knowing. |
 |
Are they taking on Mumm-Ra by themselves again? Yup. Not a recommended move, but they tried it anyway. I think they--OUCH! What's wrong? Something jabbbed me from--Panthro, what are your nunchucks doing over here? Oh, sorry about that. They kept poking me so I took them off. And tossed them in my direction? I'm beginning to think that the ventilation pipes are not the best place to continue this scrapbook. |
 |
And a typical pose for our mischevious twins. I wonder what they were facing that time. Probably the mutants. How can you possibly tell? They don't look very scared. The mutants haven't been a match for the twins in a long time. The mutants have never been a match for anybody. Ooops. Oops? What do you mean by 'oops'? Oh, I just tossed your nunchucks out an opening in the vents and they kind of hit Lion-O on the way down. THEY WHAT?! Don't blame me. They're your weapons. I think he's out cold. But the others aren't chasing each other around anymore. Nope, they aren't. They're looking for you, Panthro. Tiger, you're going to pay for this. |
 |
|
 |
