He was the marshal in charge at Crumpwell’s Wild West Dude Ranch and Rabbit Farm. It was his duty to create order and peace on a lawless frontier… and keep the fur-bearing bunnies happy, and making more rabbit fur. So, when Pistoleer Pete Pistachio-Mustachio came to town, it was totally up to Marshal Flash Crumpwell to put an end to his terrible reign of Pistachio-ness.
They faced off on either end of Main Street. Their spurs clanked and jangled as they started their bowlegged walks towards destiny and each other.
Then the guns came out.
The triggers were squeezed.
The barrels began to wiggle and elongate like elastic melting on a hot stove. Up and down and all around dueling rubber guns dipped and danced and maneuvered through two dimensional space, until finally… Flash’s gun found a target in Pete’s ear.
“I should’ve known better than to hide a target in my ear!” Pete said as he surrendered. “I just didn’t think any fool with a rubber gun would ever look there.”
a 20th-century avant-garde movement in art and literature that sought to release the creative potential of the unconscious mind, for example by the irrational juxtaposition of images.
The horrible truth is, I have always been a surrealist. My unconscious mind is constantly bombarding my life and work with irrational images. And my ultimate source of creativity comes from a simple assumption. “I can make sense out of the irrational things in my dreams and the movies constantly playing in my mind’s eye.” Of course, that assumption is total hoo-haw. People really can’t make sense out of nonsense. But I am the idiot that always swims upstream. I tend to try impossible things that can’t possibly be possible, and I end up pretending I can do them. I am not the only one who has ever done this silly, stupid thing. Notice what the auteur has to say about Chuck Jones, a cartoonist and fellow Surrealist;
So here is my conclusion; If you have ever wondered, “Why am I drawn to reading the meandering nonsense of this daft bugger? And why does he do all this irrational and random stuff?”… It is because I am desperately infected with the affliction of surrealism. Take pity on me. Laugh at my kooky quirks.