Morton Prepares To Defend Narnia From The Forces Of Evil

Go away, stupid bad beasties!

Morton Comes To The Only Logical Conclusion

This is the door to Narnia!

Sometimes All That Is Necessary For True Poetry Is Silence

(Shhhhhhhhh. Morton's eating.)

Morton Returns To The Short Form With Mixed Results

Morton is hungry

Hungry hungry hungry hungry

Give Morton some food

Morton Opts For The Long Form To Make His Point

As the dandelion whitens with age,

She beckons to the seed carrying breeze

Then shakes her hoary locks and leaves the stage

And lets her children float away at ease.

For some reason, monkeys are supposed to care

What happens to some stupid stupid weed

And all those stupid seeds filling the air

With nothing around for Morton to eat.

The stupid seeds get up Morton's nose

And make him sneeze ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo.

Ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo, he goes.

Ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo.

Instead of stupid flowers, Morton needs

Candy, candy, candy, not stupid weeds.

And You Thought He Was Done

The small white flowers

Are hearing in the distance

Ice cream truck bells ring

Morton Is Paying Extra Close Attention To This. You've Been Warned.

Morton Is A Haiku Machine

In the laughing breeze

The blue flowers slowly unfurl

Morton just wants candy

Morton Continues To Bare His Soul

Here, a single leaf

Can say so much in the silence

Hungry monkeys weep

Another Haiku Urge Strikes

Soft petals caress

Subtle perfume wafts in the air

Yet still, no candy

Morton Feels A Haiku Coming On

Pink cherry blossoms

No matter how tasty they look

Are not peppermints

Morton Loves Songs That Teach Him How To Spell

Dog is spelled D-O-G-O-O-G!

A Deep Scan Of Morton's Brain Reveals The Following

One Simple Mistake Leads To Hours Of Hijinks Followed By Many More Hours Of Suffering

It's a rainbow flavoured slurpee!

Morton Reads The Fine Print

No wishing for more wishes! Ohhhh!!!! That's the first thing Morton thought of!

After The Game, Morton Relaxes With His Other Favourite Past Time

Take me out to the ball game....

And This Was The Picture That Finally Put Morton On The Cover Of Sports Illustrated

Wesley: Safe...or whatever....

Gordon: I would've made it if this stupid ball weren't covered in Vaseline! And, no, I don't see any irony in that!

Morton: Sliding makes Morton's tummy fur all green.

Wesley Is Brought In To Ensure Fairness

All these rules, man, they're so...like....

Gordon Opts To Up The Ante As Well

What? I have a skin condition!

Morton Decides To Get Serious

Hmmmph! Big meanie! Morton will show him!

Wesley Offers His Analysis Of The Play

Duuuuuuuude! Owwwwwwwwwww-tch!