I can only surmise that Wizzers' playmates are medical students about to indulge in autopsy practice on the poor blood soaked cadaver which they appear to have found lying around in a bar. Not quite sure what Shirley Temple's doing there, though. And Wizzers herself is looking distinctly pale - good job there were a pair of young medical types around to sort her out and proffer the smelling salts.
Now, that large syringe looks an interesting proposition...
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