Behold, the fast-moving BatPup, helping to prepare the pit of eternal chaosfamily room for Brunch:



Useful creature, that one.

So a moose, a yak and a penguin go into a jazz club.

The moose and the yak sit down at a booth, and the penguin goes and gets them their first round of drinks. When he comes back, he's raving. "You should see all the hairstyles," he tells his mates. "They're amazing!" The moose and yak look around, and sure enough, there's a lot of incredible hair on display.

They call a waitress over and ask what's up with that.

The waitress explains that this is a pretty serious jazz club, and they have a lot of respect for the greats of the jazz world. So their regulars like to get their hair done in the style of the jazz singers and musicians of old: Miles Davis, Louis Armstrong, Dizzie Gillespie and the rest. "There's a Pompadour Ella Fitzgerald," she says, indicating one particularly impressive specimen. "Over there, the Buzz Cut Satchmo, named for Louis Armstrong, The Great Satchmo. If you're lucky later, you might see the guy with the Beehive Ellington; he's a riot. Gotta go!" She goes.

So the three friends are drinking their drinks and taking in the ambiance, when suddenly a tall, skinny guy with enormous hair walks in, and every head turns. Before he's taken three steps inside the club, women are making a beeline to him. He's got them hugging him, kissing his cheek or his hand, draping themselves off him. He's clearly the star of the evening. The penguin and the moose look at him and nod, knowingly, but the yak is perplexed. "What's his hairdo? What's so special about it?"

"Oh come on, says the penguin. Can't you guess? That's ( wait for it, wait for it... )"