After refusing the Tracy's hospitality, Dr. Noll has returned home to work in his lab (a home, I might add, that is in remarkably good shape considering that it previously looked like it was a stiff wind away from falling over). It is in this same strip that we also learn the identity of the mysterious Driller. What did I say? Mining or oil. Well, judging from the big sign behind Driller, it's clear that this other mixture that Dr. Noll (that's Dr. Ethan Noll. Yeah, I know, but did you seriously expect him not to have some sort of pun-related name?) has been working on is for a gigantic mining operation on the moon to harvest the cheesy center that has become the obsession of foodies around the world ever since Wallace and Gromit took their ill-fated flight into the heavens. (Joking. Joking. I know that it's oil.)
With the successful creation of the perfume, Tess (or Angelorious) wasted no time getting it into packaging, and I must admit that I like the way it looks. It adds mystery to the product by making the buyer guess whether it's a whistle, a snowman, a badge, or some sort of vacuum packed cream or space food (maybe it's freeze-dried ice cream. Yum.) Now I'm going to come right out and say that I, like Dick, am having my reservations about this idea that Tess and her friends have come up with. My dear, if it smells funny perhaps you shouldn't put it on. That's how one ends up earning a Darwin Award, and it looks like someone might have just beaten you to the punch. We'll all have to wait with bated breath to see what happened to poor Sally. Perhaps she tried some of the perfume and exploded, turned into some sort of mutant creature, turned into a Jekyll and Hyde type character, or is now experiencing the same degradation that Angelorious was going through the last time we saw her. Only time will tell, but enough about what might or might not have happened the Sally, for something else has happened today that requires recognition and celebration. Ladies and gentlemen I would like the announce the return of the tiny phone, connector of people and distributor of information. (And isn't that more important than someone we've never seen before and may never hear from again?)
After refusing the Tracy's hospitality, Dr. Noll has returned home to work in his lab (a home, I might add, that is in remarkably good shape considering that it previously looked like it was a stiff wind away from falling over). It is in this same strip that we also learn the identity of the mysterious Driller. What did I say? Mining or oil. Well, judging from the big sign behind Driller, it's clear that this other mixture that Dr. Noll (that's Dr. Ethan Noll. Yeah, I know, but did you seriously expect him not to have some sort of pun-related name?) has been working on is for a gigantic mining operation on the moon to harvest the cheesy center that has become the obsession of foodies around the world ever since Wallace and Gromit took their ill-fated flight into the heavens. (Joking. Joking. I know that it's oil.)
With the successful creation of the perfume, Tess (or Angelorious) wasted no time getting it into packaging, and I must admit that I like the way it looks. It adds mystery to the product by making the buyer guess whether it's a whistle, a snowman, a badge, or some sort of vacuum packed cream or space food (maybe it's freeze-dried ice cream. Yum.) Now I'm going to come right out and say that I, like Dick, am having my reservations about this idea that Tess and her friends have come up with. My dear, if it smells funny perhaps you shouldn't put it on. That's how one ends up earning a Darwin Award, and it looks like someone might have just beaten you to the punch. We'll all have to wait with bated breath to see what happened to poor Sally. Perhaps she tried some of the perfume and exploded, turned into some sort of mutant creature, turned into a Jekyll and Hyde type character, or is now experiencing the same degradation that Angelorious was going through the last time we saw her. Only time will tell, but enough about what might or might not have happened the Sally, for something else has happened today that requires recognition and celebration. Ladies and gentlemen I would like the announce the return of the tiny phone, connector of people and distributor of information. (And isn't that more important than someone we've never seen before and may never hear from again?)
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