Well, that there is that. You can’t tell the players without a scorecard, and if the last three of ’em all belong on the same team, well… the scorecards were all smudged with funny color paint anyhow.
I guess if Paste could contain his mirth at his mom being chased by a devil bird, he could have sniped his way into the top three at least, but nooooooooo.
Was Paste shooting at his mom, or was he giving her the bird?
You can do both…
Bet Paste nailed Tweety. Waiting for Tweety to sneak up behind Paste.
Hehehe. Now they need to draw a turtle in the dirt with a astick and get the rains to come and wash away the paint into a technicolor river that I bet the Artist Guy In The Van would go soak in.