They are the most hostile creatures you will ever see. Kill one, it multiplies into 12039 more. The only way to kill a bubble is to scream loudly for fire hydrants. Other than that, assume you are already dead. Good luck, and have a nice day!
I just love, love, love bubbles!
Ooh, are they cherry scented?
Mango, with a hint of guava?
Oh good grief, they've taken my fishing rod.
So, tell us more about your fishing rod...
Well, you see, it's a fairly flexible rod—
- Does it make bubbles?
No, but I have installed a fairly sensitive radar—
- Can it bring joy to the world?
No. I mean yes. Well, mainly for me, really, but this rod is especially good at—
- I think what he means to say is, does it run on bubbles like that bike does?
You know, I kind of wish you'd pay more attention to my invention instead of hers—
- Well folks, I think that's all the time we have for Inventions Day today on Good Morning Illogicopedia.
Fitting a bubble machine onto a bike isn't even an invention, you feckwits!
Extreme Privacy Invasion: Home Edition
Trying to fit yourself through the cat flap to walk in on people while they're taking a bubble bath is reaching completely new heights of stalker cred. If you need to deliver a parcel, though, that's a different matter entirely. Feel free to relish in the bubbly delight. Pom Pom wouldn't want to come — I think he's too busy with his 57 girlfriends.
Mind the zen garden, though. We're installing the mudbath there. Did I give away the surprise ending? Too bad this show doesn't have a plotline.
I went back to the bubble bath to pay my penance.