Even flying monkeys know how to share spiney ovals.

Razor vortex thingies create ugly hunch-back-one-winged-stick-figures.

A man and his cloud; a boy and his glowing, bloody 2x4; a planarian missing a head.

Terry, with a cloud tied to his belt, his son with an exploding shoebox full of tar and an ameoba escaping from another dimention.