David Belisle

The Tyrumposaurus looked at the cool, confident Nickayers squatting across from him and grinned. Fresh meat in the swamp soup. There were glaring holes to fill in T-Rump’s Oval Dwelling staff but he’d never let that bother him. …

The Wolfblitzer and the Mikepompeo sat down to a pile of Large Four-Eyed Frogasaurus legs, a rare delicacy in Argy Bargy. It was a working lunch. The Wolfblitzer paused between legs, raising his eyebrows. …

The Rudygiuliani licked his lips and slapped his hands together in glee.
“Hah! There’s a sucker hatched every minute!”
“The Muellersavus never knew what hit him,” said the Stephenmillerus, breaking out his lecherous sneer. …

It was not a good day inside the Papadopoulos cave. Rocks, debris and leftover bones ricocheted off the walls. The Simonamangiante was throwing anything that wasn’t rooted to the spot at her husband. …

The two Turkeysaurae had reached their day of reckoning. The Gobblinpeas and Gobblincarrots, Peas and Carrots to their feathered brethren, were about to be sacrificed to appease the Tyrumpsaurus’ appetite. …

“Bobby! Good to see you!”
The Muellersavus was taken aback. The Tyrumposaurus, drooling smirk and all, had indeed darkened his doorway.
“Ahem. Come in, T-Rump.”
The two dinosaurs soon squatted across from one another in the Muellersavus’ spartan working cave. …