It's got to be around here somewhere, Chimpy.
Ah, the Crocodile Creek placemat map comes through. Thanks for nothing, Rand McNally.
First, you stare it down to establish your dominance.
Smackdown!
Then shake.
Next!
Here's Chimpy's tribute to the Mountaineers. Let's go!
OMG! She has blue eyes?!
No lollipop? No, but we scored a free hat!
Hairdresser high-five!
Chimpy Chompy
Chimpy's LOLTechService
(Relative sizes not photoshopped.)
Feel the power of the Chimpy Side!
Chimpy joins her family's proud tradition of gardening by apprenticing as scarecrow.
She is soon promoted to supervising a supply run.
She joins her pop on early morning snail patrol and watering detail. (Snails are relocated, not crushed).
We thought we'd have a trial run/test market vegetable stand by selling a few of our loquats, but the city shut us down for operating a bathtub out of our front yard without a license.
Chimpy: Is that Sally Brown in that two piece?
Sis: I hear she's dating a boy twice her age.
Back in for a cool off.
The first challenge was picking the right tool. We decided to go with Grandpa Chimpy's old horse clippers. If they were good enough for Teabiscuit, they're good enough for us.
The second challenge was getting the bowl on Chimpy's head.
But the hardest part was steeling our nerves. Mama almost couldn't go through with it.
Steady... steady...
"You have done this before, haven't you?" Chimpy reconsiders the bowl.
Such lovely bangs. Très belle!
