Hooray! Paper mache dinosaurs!
TiVo: Trics, don't ever leave me.
The lovely town of....wait, where are we again?
Droopy tail syndrome can strike anyone at anytime. Don't let this happen to you. Ask your doctor about Hardek today.
Sean didn't know why TiVo asked for a sample of the triceratops' urine, and he didn't ask.
After years of anticipation, we walk down the corridor that takes us to the outlook point for Mt.Rushmore.
Well......shit.
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.
