my summer vacation

And oh what a time it was!

Well, my old college Professor, a Professor Frink, had 2 tickets for the Krustylu Studios tour, but was called away to Las Vegas on a very urgent mission to assist his mentor and benefactor, Jerry Lewis, being held in solitary confinement after getting hauled to jail for trying to smuggle his 'koisen claven'(?) onto a passenger airline.

After a three and a half hour phone call with the good professor, I suddenly deduced he was offering up the tour tickets to me! Woo Hoo!

So, I took my dog, who was a big fan of Itchy.
I'm sorry, no cameras are allowed onto the studio lot, so the photo above was taken by a passerby. A fine young man, except he yelled HAAAha, dropped my camera, and ran. Police Chief Wiggums, moonlighting as Head Security, apparently was startled and fired seven shots into the camera after yelling 'halt!'
And here I just bought that Polaroid Land Camera out of the trunk of Fat Tony's car. "The latest craze," he tells me.
Now it looks like a busted accordion. Sounding better than an accordion, it went "vvvvvvvvvvpft," and spit out that one and only photo.

But....we had a grand time. Surprisingly, even though appearing sliced into many sections and scattered while shooting on Stage 2, we found Scratchy to be more personable. Itchy seemed more standoffish and refuse to autograph an 8 by 10 glossy. You just can never tell. Sideshow Mel had only one good story to tell about his rise to fame, but his flowery voice had the opposite effect and my dog just yawned. Krusty, the tour guide to his own office suite in the basement, seemed to bore easily. That is, until my dog jumped up on him and started to lick his scar. While the two were bonding I took the liberty during the diversion to unfold a resume from my back pocket and place it on a stack of photos of nude women on Krusty's desk.

Short story: I start work Monday next as Herschel Krustofsky's head joke writer.

Oh the irony. While visiting over on Stage 3, we watched for a few minutes as they had open auditions for the lead role in The Jerry Lewis Story! A Hans Moleman was doing a "Hey, LAY-dee" soliloquy, but something was seriously missing. One humorous note: A large 2 ton spotlight fell during his performance and crushed the little feller to death.

A tour that you and your favorite pet will enjoy!