The tight-lipped Tyrumposaurus sized up the opponent before him. Here he was at Singapore-Sling, staring across a flat rock table at the short, squat dinosaur, a dino he’d referred to just six months before as the Little Rocket Dino. …
Author: David Belisle
I'm a novelist and screenwriter in search of the Great Guffaw. It's kind of like getting hit with a bucket of Gatorade. It's a good time that sticks with you.
The Charlevoix Charade …
The Velvetlounge Lizard Peternavarro slammed his fist on the flat rock table. His long, forked tongue flicked out and reeled back in as he glared at the Jaketapper.
“There’s a special place in hell for any foreign leader that engages in bad faith diplomacy with the Tyrumposaurus …
Sounds Like Chicken …
You could cut the tension in the Oval Dwelling with a sharp-edged dinosaur bone. Glum faces all around. There was the Paulryan, a seasoned but largely silent Grandoldparty dino. Beside him sat the Scottpruitt, an Enviromenace whose unethical shenanigans …
The Changing Recollection …
“Take a look already.”
“I just did.”
“Go look again,” said the Tyrumposaurus.
The Marinegunkelly slowly rose from his haunches and trudged across the Oval Dwelling. It was his only role these days: Subpoenasaurus Look-Out. He reached the doorway and stuck his crooked neck out. …
The Williameffbuckley …
The Tyrumposaurus had a penchant for cheating on his Milkanhoney Preservation-sponsored fitness diet. The calorie-counting crime typically began with a few extra servings of Caviaraptor legs topped with two bushfuls of huckleberries …
The Non-Existent Source …
The senior Oval Dwelling dino looked nervously over the edge of the cliff on the south face of Mount Pushmore. He shivered at the dizzying drop to certain death below.
“Don’t jump!” the Maggiehaberman shouted from a hundred feet below. …
