Gregg and Clegg were in agreement as usual, and as usual Ezekiel was left out. And once again, he swore to himself, as he always did on these occasions, that the day of rhubarb pie would come. And it would be glorious.

They though for weeks about how they could accomplish it. They read magazine articles, spent days in the library, all the while their desperation grew. In the end they had to admit, there was nothing they could do. If they couldn't grow a proper mustache on their own there was no one who could help them.

As determined as Phil was to find that last cookie, Bill was as determined that Phil should never know the horrible truth of it's last few moments.

Terry waited half of his life to see a falling star, but Barry was happy as long as he avoided falling down the stairs. So far, it was a good day for both of them.

Timmy knew they could make it as a band, but Snickers and Sully weren't too sure about the marketability of a three-piece jug band. Still, the contest was tomorrow and the Jug Emporium wasn't going to stay open all night, certainly not with the rest of the block on fire.

Gorgothon was quite pleased with how their little adventure turned out, but the twins thought that the next time they were going to be used as bait and/or human shields, they should at least be allowed to wear their shirts.

Paul looked in wonder at the endless vista, filled with wonderment and endless potential in every direction, but Saul always said, you can call it what you want, but a landfill is still a pile of garbage.

Franklin loved the idea of a new set of crystal goblets, but Francis knew that one again he would be spending entire weekends trying to get the bits of wax and assorted insect life out of the crevices.

Jude was rushing to get to work, as usual, and the twins just watched with that smug smile of the voluntarily unemployed, though he knew when it came time to buy the toaster pastries that he would be the one with all the power.

John tried his best to look interested at the lecture on slug reproductive peculiarities. Jon was quite interested, and a co-author of the study, but was very tired from sorting and coloring slugs all night.

They knew by the look on his face that Gerri was up to something, but to this day none of them could figure out how he managed to smuggle in so many porcupines to the water park.

Horace realized that he had been leaving out the common house sparrow in his Oral Inventory of Neighborhood Birds, while Hannibal could think of nothing but fried chicken and how best to prepare it.

Cheese and Cracker both loved performing the show they had honed, polished and perfected for nearly every night for the past ten years. The fact that they had no audience was irrelevant.

The words "turkey burger" left a bad taste in Tycho's mouth, much like an actual turkey burger. If he was going to have a burger, it was eel or nothing.

They all tolerated Reginald well enough, but when he started going on about the differences between overhand and underhand toilet paper styles, one by one, their eyes would glaze over.

Enrique had long suspected that the Secret Society of Liars was not as exclusive as their press releases seemed to indicate.

Salmon and Gordon had disagreed for a long time about the best way to walk downtown. Sal preferred to skip and Gordon insisted on walking on stilts, though they knew that this diminished them in the eyes of their fellow undertakers.

Mercutio carefully examined the melons. Soon they would be ready and he could test the serum.

Bull thought that Bunny knew better than to use his grandmother's china at the lemonade stand, but, he thought, some things you just have to learn for yourself.

Tiny was tired, but he knew he had to keep walking. Someone had to help cure the blight of keyboard grunge.

Every night it ended like this and every night they each secretly asked themselves why they didn't just throw the Rubik's Cube away.