Alex's shadow puppet lost some of it's magic in broad daylight.
According to Tobin's brother, it was important to put sunscreen on your tongue.
Alex: It's ok...I have another one. Redundancy ya know. Owey.
Here Paka is demonstrating that even with alcohol, leis, tiki torches, crushed ice, and exotic food, you can't take the geekiness out of the geek.
Tobin: So you say this is sour huh. No shit.
The moon dancing with the clouds. [long exposure]
If tarot cards were made in the Lord Of The Rings universe...
This "float" was entitled: drum major boy, pirate man and that guy with the painted chest at a football game.
We couldn't decide if this was a tricked out golf cart, a cut up buggy, or part of the settlement that Ms.Pacman got in the divorce.
Our fearless leader needed a good swift kick to the pants every now and then to keep him sharp. We were helping him train for his military career. Yeah, that's it.
"Who will give me $20 to kiss this thing? I'll do it you know."
Paka knew the tanlines would give him away eventually, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Shasta he was the daytime Robin. Batman had sworn him to secrecy.
Randall froze the beach ball in liquid nitrogen earlier that day. An unsuspecting Paka never knew what hit him.
Alex: I don't get it. Isn't that how you're supposed to do it? Wait, is that my cat?!