Dozens of Mediacircustops coughed, wheezed and squeezed in tighter to get within earshot of the flat rock lectern at Little Stomper Grounds, the dinosaur day care centre beside Watershed Falls. …
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.
Fly Away, Trollertweeties! …
“You there! Tuck in that belly. Absolutely no flabby trollertweeting today. Is that clear?”
The guilty Trollertweety nodded, grimaced and sucked in more air.
Kickin’ It with the Kushneratops …
“I did not have any meeting with the Kayjeebeeops.”
The Sessionsopossum said this gleefully, placing a rock atop his pile. …
T-Rump: “Did you thank me yet?” …
The Tyrumposaurus lay on his back in a comfy pile of eucalyptus leaves under the We Teach People How to Treat Us Tree. The doctor was in.
Tell T-Vanka I Love Her Dad …
The Tyvankanatrix gazed up at the starry, moonlit night, her deep sniffs broken by the occasional hitching, honking sob. …
The Art of Manliness …
“Are we there yet?”
It was the fourth time in two hours the Tyrumposaurus Jr. had asked his father. …
