A wacky parade, a walk in the park, hippies. Welcome Summer.
The streets were closed to keep the riffraff out and the hippies in.
The California budget cuts hit Governor Schwarzenegger's transportation services the hardest.
"If you didn't feed me regularly, I'd bite your hand clean off for putting me in this getup."
High fashion invades Santa Barbara.
If he took enough pictures of mommy kissing "uncle" Ted, daddy said he'd get Bobby a brand new bike.
Kid: Get your own man servant. This one is taken.
Two parade-goers decked out in Woodstock camo.
Kid: Hurry it up woman! I've got places to be and we can't be held up by every Tom, Dick or Jane that you want to trade cookie recipes with.
Paka brings us gold! And frankincense! And mir! Wait, that's all just confetti. Nevermind.
The Confetti Kid gets a taste of his own medicine.
Stilt Girl: So yeah, I wish my mom had replaced my legs with these metal stilts after the jr.high dance. They're afraid now.
Boy: Don't you mean you wish she hadn't done it at all?
Girl: What? Of course not. You see how wicked tall I am right?
Without the aid of her hat prop, Margaret's head would be crushed like a ripe melon.
Always match your lipstick to your feather boa. Always.
No matter how hard Karen danced, her mom was the only one that paid any attention.
Guitarist: I don't think my flame motif is coming through. Do you have a match?