Thursday, December 27, 2012

Let it 'stak, let it 'stak, let it 'stak.

The Black Sleestak
Guess what I got for Christmas

10 comments:

uphilldowndale said...

Better than socks or a scarf!

dmarks said...

Someone's not giving you the right scarves.

laura b. said...

Looks like a fine addition to any Sleestak friendly household :)

Secret Agent Woman said...

Okay, I'm finally going to admit it: I have no idea what a sleestak is.

BB-Idaho said...


T'was the night before Christmas
in the Land Of The Lost
when a Sleestak snuck in
from the cold and the frost...

dmarks said...

... With Will in his plaid shirt and Holly with the Magetti
We'd just settled down for some Smilax spaghetti...

...When over the jungle we heard a loud roar
"That sounds like Grumpy, and it sounds like he's sore!"..

...And below glowing Skylons, a pylon door gaped
And before it could close a lizard-man escaped...

...And a little Altrusian, so lively and quick.
I knew from his gold vest, it must be Enik...

...And I heard him proclaim, and the mists of time swirled
"I do not know the combination, to your world!!"

Leticia said...

Love it!! What do you call a Sleetak fan?

BB-Idaho said...

Yes, Virginia, there is a Sleestak. He exists as certainly as Sid and Marty Krofft and Pakuni exist, and you know that once upon a time, Saturday morning TV was brightened by the Marshalls and their adventures. . Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Sleestak!

dmarks said...

BB: Too bad Sleestak can't come down the chimney like Santa: They are afraid of fire. And they don't leave gifts, but they might steal the children and sacrifice them to their god.

dmarks said...

Leticia: There are too few Sleestak fans to get their own cool or non-cool name like Trekkie or Twihard.