The T-Rump made a face. Then another. His last meeting with the T-Rump Whisperers, a close lot of Neerdowell dinosaurs who had more moolah-moolah leaves than some entire Trumpassic Period species, had not gone well. …
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.
Rexit …
With the turn of a phrase came the winds of change, sweeping yet again through the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, splashing more mounds of mud in the face of the muddy-faced in this chaotic, quixotic quagmire, the Trumpassic Period. …
Pingpong North Game Plan …
The Marinegunkelly hid his head in his hands. He found himself doing that a lot lately. Or everyday since he’d taken the job seven months previous as the Tyrumposaurus’ Chief of Staff. …
Romancing the Stone …
The Samnunbergbrain’s eyes widened and a loud burp escaped, echoing across the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. He squatted back down at the dirty end of the reservoir and helped himself to another double sludge. …
The Grifter Dinner …
The Tyrumposaurus stood at the makeshift rockpile podium and smiled his best cheesy grin. He looked out at the dozens of Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir faces staring back at him with expectant, calm-before-the-storm expressions. …
No Hope in Hell …
“Next!”
“You mean, family first,” the Kushneratops said hautily to the Marinegunkelly as he and the Tyvankanatrix filed past the chief of staff. …
