Gnu and Amos cling fearfully to the corridor walls and both of their minds simultaneously flash to visions of Dr. Seuss' "And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street"....

Once again the humor goes from deadpan to bedpan. The bedpans and that bumbling incompetent Native American orderly Running Sore fly up in the air and when he lands, the old-style porcelain enamel bedpans fall back down on him one by one. That's not to say, though, that the whole parade itself didn't get rained on a bit. Still the mad procession continues to barrel down the hall towards the Radiology Department with VT in the lead....

Drs. Howard, Fine and Howard, on their way to do brain surgery, are forced to scramble out of the way, making their usual noises in the process.




VT, the way I was told how to get "legless" was to go into a UK cider pub and drink the stuff down fast like beer....