while out on an afternoon stroll, yoga bob and rasta
toothpick (RT to his friends mon) unknowingly wander into a shady part
of town.
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mr. crock e. dial casts a wary glance at the smiling
intruders on his front lawn.
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just as mr. dial opens his mouth to ask what all the smiling
is about, bob sees him and leaps in fright. eek!
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RT sees bob land in horrible peril and rushes off to find
help.
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he quickly returns with Ruby Tee and Oral-Bee: the less
wildly popular, but no less super, cousins of the superhero toothbrushi.
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they quickly get to work, holding open the gaping jaw so yoga
bob can escape.
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RT fusses over bob, worried that he was hurt in the ordeal,
but accomplishing nothing more than tickling him with his fancy
dreads. meanwhile, our heros have a little chat with mr. dial...
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...who turns out to be a right nice chap and offers to give
them all a ride home.
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