There he is, spying on Gimmick's house. |
How joyful he looks! |
Now, doesn't looking at that just make you want to cry yourself? *breaks down sobbing* |
One of my favorite pictures! |
Look! A recipe for making gold! ^.~ |
The scheming Tweeg... |
And now he's mixing up a quick batch o' gold. |
Ah, how dramatic! |
Dramatic as well... but his eyes aren't quite right. They're simply not Tweeg-ish enough looking. ^.~ |
And now he's ruining the sleds of all his rivals in the sled race the next day. |
Poor L.B.! He didn't have breakfast! |
C'mon, Tweeg! You can do it! Win the race! C'mon! C'mon! |
Tweeg learned his lesson-- unless you have oatmeal for breakfast, you can't win a sled race. |
Excuse me, but I must sing the part of the song
that goes along
with this picture (it's not that I can't sing, but nobody every wants me to
^.~). My love must be a kind of blind love, I can't see anyone but you. Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright, ‘Cause I only have eyes for you, dear. |
Now, don't look at that picture and dare say that Tweeg doesn't have a good side! |
See, even L.B.'s happy that it's Christmas! |
"On the third day of Christmas, L.B. gave to me three cannonballs..." |
Oh, wonderful, wonderful Tweeg! |
Striking yet another of those wonderfully dramatic poses! |
It's TWEEG! What more can I say? |
Tweeg only has four fingers, as many other inhabitants of Grundo do. That aimless thought struck me awhile ago... |
Tweeg, Tweeg, Tweeg! |
I simply love that expression on his face! |
Ahh, he's scheming again! |