What is seen here looks like an old horror movie poster. It shows a picture of Sean Penn looking not like the Mummy, but rather the Dummy and Hugo Chaves dressed as a big haired seductive leading lady.

Listen! Did You Hear That?

That was the sound of the Prehysteric Pelosi Mocking Bird. Scientifically known as Pelosius AnnoyingUs. It can repeat every lie that Nancy Pelosi ever told. It has just one wing. The left one of course. It can often be heard from the White House rose garden annoyingly squawking at the President, "Brock! Brock! Feed me! Brock! Brock Obama! More stimulus money! Feed me! Brock!" The Indians of California would sometimes jam eagle claws into their chests so their screams would drown out the cackling for money from their casinos. When the old bird gets around the CIA it gets really skittish and its eyes tend to bug out even more than usual. The last time I saw one of these vicious creatures was on the corner of Haight-Ashbury underneath a paper-mâché rainbow perched high atop a parade float for the North american Man Boy Love Association. It subsists solely on the contributions from fruits and nuts. Wait. Listen. It must have put its foot in its mouth again. I think we should move on before it starts spewing its partisan venom again.

Shown here is Kiroy.

You're doing a great job on your COMEDYZOO safari. You deserve a break. Go stretch your legs. Get something to drink. Then maybe go tell the neighbors that your Indonesian hammer headed tiger slug has escaped. And that, "well you know, it's mating season. And you know what THAT means. Wooo!" Then hand them a huge chunk of liver and tell them to "just leave it in the bath tub for a few days. Yep, that's probably the safest way to handle it. His name is Motuanaka. But he doesn't come when you call. I mean he knows when you're calling him... but he just doesn't come. But it's not like an attitude or anything. They're all like that. Anyway, he knows he's in trouble. Hey, how about those Dodgers."

Man! We're in the thick of it now.

Okay, HERE WE ARE, right in the heart of the COMEDYZOO. Make sure you keep to the right to avoid the slippery slope of socialism. Clutch tightly your wallets and pocket books ladies and gents and expect at anytime any manner of tax and spend congressional scavengers to begin nipping at your heels. Of course this is why all pork has been banned from the COMEDYZOO ever since I opened a can of Vienna sausages near the John Murtha exhibit? While we're on the topic of slandering our troops, LOOK EVERYBODY, it's CINDY SHEEHAN! Wave everybody. Look. She's pepper spraying a meth freak in a coconut tree. No. Wait. It's not Cindy. It's Dog the Bounty Hunter. Never mind. He's probably just trying to find the doctor that delivered Obama I guess. YOU GET'EM DOG! TRY LOOKIN' IN KENYA!

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This is a picture of strange animal tracks or something going across the page. The tracks start out as animal tracks and morph into tennis shoe tracks.

This picture shows art of a cool looking microphone and says, Check out these audio ditties from days gone by.

WELL!

Lookee Here!

The Tracks of a Big Mouthed Satirist

The picture here is of a Comedy Zoo hyenas glowing red eyes looking at you from behind bars from pitch black darkness.

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Let's wrap up our visit to the COMEDYZOO buy stopping in at the Zookeeper's eco-illogical inviral-mental ego-dome Quonset hut. It will give us a chance to wash our hands and burn our clothes. While we're there we can check out the giant animatronics wax museum shrunken head trading card stamp collection in the flea circus.

Our Final Stop...