David Belisle

The two dinosaur doctors — the Colonoscopist and the Malpracticus — conferred off to the side of the Rockyview Dino Dementia Den. Their patient, the Manaforta, was resting comfortably after having been knocked out with two short, sharp blows to the head. …

The Marinegunkelly stood guard at the doorway of the Oval Dwelling. Inside, a veteran Mediacircustops interviewed the Trumpasaurus Jr.
“I know you are but what am I?” snorted the T-Rump Jr., hands on hips, at the Mediacircustops.

Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of the Tyrumposaurus? The Shadow Government knows!
It was true. The very day after a sampling of the Bobwoodward’s footprints in the sand told of the T-Rump being a menace to the very Milkanhoney Preservation he’d vowed to protect, …

The Dowderpuff and the Jaysekulow looked at each other from behind the rock outcropping and smiled. It was their third show in three nights. Deep inside the Rustic Belt, last night in Chintzynatti, tonight in Cleavageland. They were hot. …

The Tyrumposaurus tossed and turned in his sleep. He slept less and less these days. His latest nightmare featured the dino multitudes lining the Pennsylvanian Pathway for a parade honoring the Bruceohr and the Christophersteele. …

“Rudy! Get in here!”
The Rudygiuliani scurried into the Oval Dwelling.
“Yes, boss?”
“Squat with me for awhile,” said the Tyrumposaurus. “I need some attention. These memorial tributes to the Johnmccain and the Arethafranklin cutting into my recognition time from the Mediacircustops. Bigly.” …