Bendy Friend

Bendy Friend was there for you when you were down and Bendy Friend will be there when your dog bites, your boss yells, and your less flexible friends are nowhere to be found.

From the tip of his red split-ends to the soles of his red plastic boots, Bendy Friend is 1,000% friend. He's happy to give you a ride and he'll always lend you a hand.



Also, look for Bendy Friend brand pasta in your local grocery!   Bendy Friend — Goodness, at a Flexible Price ^TM.

Ing Snee's rendition of Bunny Fleens for the Garden of the Unknown Hare

When Senator Noin was tasked with commissioning several works for the Garden of the Unknown Hare, there was little doubt in anyone's mind that an Ing Snee signature piece would be at the top of his list — and, eventually, at the center of the garden's great lawn.

Here we see Ing himself — mid-weld — adding the finishing touches on a true masterpiece.

Dubbed simply Rabbit on the Angle, this great work is a magnificent tribute to one of the Inner Sweemp's most celebrated inhabitants, Bunny Fleens.

Eyeball of Defiance

Long, long ago, during the terrible reign of Swad the Lidless, snigs across all of Sweemp lived their lives in fear. Under Swad's ruthless rule blinking was prohibited and a simple wink could get you forty lashes (that's eyelashes — not the painful ones with the whips).

Anyway, Swad was eventually voted out of office and spent the rest of his days running the puppet booth at the Festival of Chauce. His left eyeball, however, would have none of it. Defiant to the very end, said eyeball had to be plucked from the socket and imprisoned in a jar where it resides, angrily, to this very day.

The Saga of Thirst Pup or
Create Your Own Snig Adventure

Choose from these or think up your own!

Once upon a time, in the desert land at the outskirts of Sweemp, there lived a mischievous little puppy. Most of his crafty deeds were harmless but one in particular stood out as incredibly heinous — he was a water waster. His excessive, uncontrolled lapping combined with his frequent water balloon assaults forced the village elders to pass swift and severe judgment. As punishment for his wanton behavior, puppy was banished from the village and sentenced to roam the vast, lifeless desert with nothing but a divining rod (the kind without the spongy comfort grips). As a cruel caveat to this severe punishment, every time Thirst Pup is at his wit's end, ready to collapse into a ragged heap, the Spirit of the Water Whisper wisps unto his ear, promising new false hope in the endless search for refreshing liquid bounty.

Or~

The cartoonist was trying to draw a tea kettle, screwed it up, and thus turned his errant scribbling into a puppy's head. Then in a feeble attempt to construct some sort of narrative from the sad little pup noggin, said cartoonist inked in a puppy body, threw in some blue lines (as if color could save this lame duck!), and, in a last ditch effort to create even a whisper of visual interest, added a divining rod (haphazardly rendered, I might add).

Farmer Chauce's Blue Bee Nectar

Any neevling that ever graced the fertile fields of southern Sweemp knows the sweet flavor of Farmer Chauce's Blue Bee Nectar.

A beekeep by trade, Farmer Chauce comes from a long line of Chauce beekeeps. His great-grand uncle, Sawsby Chauce, befriended the Blue Bee over a century ago. Interestingly, most people don't realize that the 450 metric tons of nectar produced each year are the effort of one solitary bee.

That's him on the spoon.

Business Hideous

Also known as "C.E.Oh my lord that guy is grotesque", Business Hideous is a distant relative of and close personal friend to Business Maniac.

Together these two corporate power players run one of the most unsuccessful consulting firms in all of Sweemp.

When asked how he continues to stay at rock bottom, Business Hideous replies, "I wake up every day at noon, do a few laps in the cesspool, have a quick lunch of gnat wings au gratin, work a bit, and finally, to keep my competitive edge, polish off every evening with a high stakes round of Rat Gargling*.

Hideous, indeed.


* No rats are harmed during gargle.

Secret Agent Spool & the
Sinister Mr. Grips

When Granny Loams found herself threadless at stage 7 of the 5th Annual Quimbus Quilting Bee, Secret Agent Spool was there.

When corporate spokesman and floss-fearing adman, Nibbles McNoil, finished off that spinach dinner just minutes before his Smiley Toothpaste endorsement, Secret Agent Spool was at hand to make the ultimate sacrifice.

These are just two of the hundreds of selfless acts that have made Secret Agent Spool a legend in the world of the cloak & dagger.

The Sinister Mr. Grips, on the other hand (no pun intended), has almost no selfless acts under his belt. He is oily, mean spirited, and constantly poking his fingers into other people's business. His solitary peering eye is as discomforting as it is menacing.