Awaking from a long slumber, the last remaining British soldier opens his eyes to see General Washington's visage in stone. The scream could be heard for miles.
Slightly less foggy.
TiVo hate fog.
Hooray! It's....4 dead white men. And if you squint real hard, you can kind of pretend that rock monster from Neverending Story is on the right there.
Jess' Lincoln could use a little work.
Lest anyone doubt his claim to having seen four giant heads carved into a mountain, Sean records his proof.
TiVo does the dance of joy.
Mrs.Crabapple (left) didn't approve of this field trip. Too much fresh air made children difficult to manage. And detention via chloroform would be impossible out here in the open.
Jess (under her breath): Sean, start the car. I'm gonna goose Lincoln and then we're hauling ass outta here.
They really do love cutting things out of stone around here.
This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
This is Zeke. He's hiding a throbbing erection.
Philosophical Duck always asks why.
Once again, Sean is distracted by something shiny in the distance, even though he's the one taking the picture.
