Agreed. Space isn't so bad. If you can make it past the Space Dinosaur, you've got Leopold there for some p-dom on the Baby Grand.

Also, "p-dom" is hip for "public domain." Stay in school, kids.

Although as cool as Space Elton was, Pokey's internal monologue takes the reader to simpler times, when happy ducks were known to "went quack."

I think we should all feel grateful that the author didn't just phone in a page about a Queen here.

It's tough to predict which way things will go in space. One planetoid you're listening to ragtime and the next you've got the Little Prince trying to kill you.

I like to imagine that, at this point, Pokey is still passed out and hallucinating about ducks, so Gumby is on his knees shaking him by the shoulders and shouting "DO YOU REMEMBER THE BOY, POKEY? THINK ABOUT THE BOY! COME BACK TO ME, DAMMIT!"

Follow along here... Gumby is lonely (Pokey obviously doesn't make it), so he wants to take a bath, which he decides quietly to himself. This third person omniscient narrator just gets creepier and creepier.

And I'd like to lodge an abuse complaint on behalf of the letters S and T. According to what I've learned from watching Wheel of Fortune, they're, like, the two most common consonants in the world. And they get lumped into one page about bathroom fixtures?

Next time: Pokey wakes up in time to join The Amazing Race! <-- SPOILER