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Well, when the lion roars and the wind blows, who knows what might happen?
Mod wolves.
Howard, I have a plan to save the zoo.
- He's a hero. He's a monkey genius. - I'm talking about Livingstone.
- Can I squirt for a bit? - No. You buff, I squirt.
Tommy taught me an efficient system of jungle navigation.
- What? - He's allve.
If he saw any Mods, he'd run at them, head-butt them off their scooters.
Start off in Europe and take that title, and then bang! Worldwide.
- So this is it? - Yeah.
But you must help me, Howard Moon.
- Now you're getting it. - I am getting it.
Through the dreams that come with cheese.
Cos he was a Rocker. Used to go down to Brighton at weekends.
- He's dead. - He's not dead.
- Pretending to be wolves? - They're good mimics.
- Tommyzola. - What?
Hey. How's it going?
- Remember when that llama got out? - Yeah.
What are you gonna do? You'lI be all right. You're a shaman. Speciallst job.
That's all fine and dandy. But Howard's been asking questions about Tommy.
- So? - Do you see what this means?
Don't say anything. Simply kiss my balls.
Guiding you where?
chewing gum.
No, you numb nut. It is I, Tommy.
You say one more thing about Tommy and you're on your own.
- I didn't know that. You taught me that. - Yeah.
- Forest casuaI for the leafy gent. - What's this?