He looked the other way a lot when Gumby's team was up to something shady, like corking a bat or throwing dirt into one of the basemen's faces.

Not one of the top things I'd personally think about as I was dying, but I guess if you're super into sports...

It's a good thing this guy decided to wear a vest to the shoot that day, because he was already shut out of O.

I have a theory that Mr. Owl is actually a Mary Sue for the author.

Can you believe it took this long to get to a Truman Capote appearance?

As nuts as this story is, you'd think that simply wishing it was over would actually take care of it. >POOF!< "And Gumby and Pokey relaxed on their front porch, thinking how cleverly they had outwitted the Space Dinosaur."

This racing episode was sublimely bizarre. As I recall, it was like a giant board game, only with cars. The competitors had to drive until a whistle was blown (see above), and then they had to stop, and weird things happened depending on what icon they stopped on. Those damn Blockheads were there and messed everything up as usual. Clearly the author threw this in as a bone to the True Fans, because I can tell you for damn sure that Gumby had plenty of shit going on with xylophones that could have been used instead.

And why would he whisper that?

Next time: With only two letters to go, will Gumby and Pokey return home in time to catch gorillas and hire more house-painting robots?