That's why they call them Ten-tickles, Liz, 'cause he can tickle you ten ways at once! And you probably thought they were named after "Tenta-cleeze", the Greek God of Armament.

You may have disagreed with him, Liz, but I'm sure you'll be making up. In fact, that's probably one of the things you're doing in the bathroom as the line of muttering women grows longer. You seem to bring out their muttering instinct. As for the squid, he doesn't wear any make up.

....And as for the squid (revisited), just as the rescue crew comes in from the barn with the tarp, our cephlopod friend drops safely and lightly down to the floor on his own.

"It's actually true!", thinks Raven Kitty. "They DO actually always land on their tentacles!"

"Oh, well, we can sweep rake or shove some of the mess onto this tarp when it's all over." reasons the crew.

"That's a relief!, sighs Behe-moth. "That saves me the task of trying an aerial rescue and being possibly eaten as a thank-you."

He looks to find Alice and request the band to play a tango, like he loved to do as a caterpillar (actually, the only step he knows), but the band has struck up "Squid Jiggin' Ground" in GS's honor, and he honors us back by doing a ten-legged Irish dance that would make Michael Flatly look flat-footed and want to turn in his dancing shoes and stop doing those cursed shows. Go, Squid, go!.....

What's cookin' in the kitchen?.....