I am an official Bean Teen!  Holy Cats!  I asked if it were okay that I am neither a Bean, nor a Teen.  Bonzo said that it was, as Gree is not really a bean (he is from Foodlandia, which is a place).  And Sid is also apparently thirty-seven years old!  Oh snapper!

My final initiation involved calling various Beans on a Communication Orb and telling them that their Cooling Boxes were galloping away from their homes.  I do not know what any of that means, but the lads were laughing so hard.  And I was laughing too!  Laughing until my insides felt like they were being trampled by herds of joyful, stampeding beasts!  Then Gree socked me in my laugh-hindered tummy with his pointy-noggin and I was officially let into the Bean Teen Club!  It was great!  I am so popular and beloved I feel as if I am doing broken dances on the surface of Heavenly Bodies!  Breaky broken hipping hopping!  Pff-pff-bf!

But I cannot chit chatter too much, Blobby – there is a party I am invited to that will assuredly be ZONKERS.  You probably do not know the expression “zonkers,” Blobby, because you are so totally unhip in the Universe!  Perhaps one day you will figure it out.  Peas out, Jimmy Jane!

Current Mood: Pff-pf-bf
Discoveries Made: Gang!

Hereinto referenced: Three Bean Teens