Dr. Froyd's Funny Farm

Hi, Bill Burnett here, writing on behalf of me and the great doctor himself, Jaime Diaz. Yesterday we hung Jaime’s Dr. Froyd board up in my office and cut and pasted and edited altered and renumbered and re-drew the whole thing. (well Jaime did the drawing–I played guitar and peered over his shoulder.) The image above is one of the scenes that ended up on the cutting room floor–Dr. Froyd and all the insanimals getting showered with Bossy LeCow’s milk. You won’t be seeing that in this episode of Dr. F’s FF. But we’re very juiced about what you WILL be seeing. We re-pitch to the Oh Yeah power elite in a few days. Hopefully they’ll be as enthusiastic as we are. Gotta run!
BB

Ah! Ello hevyone at Edefrator! Dr. Froyd Floyd here, speaking to you direct from the Farny Fum. Daime Jiaz is busy drawing me to life in his temporary dacious spigs. (It takes an orifice built for five to contain him!) Burl Brinett’s dolishing my prialogue. (Oooo hoo hoo hoo…pleeeze, Burl, don’t stop!) I can’t wait to be animuted. I HAVE INSANIMALS TO CURE! Like the poor Tiger shown here, which somehow woke up with the face of Burl Brinett’s son Chester plastered on his puss. (Bester Churnett is himself named for the great Howlin’ Wolf, or say they so.) It’s been a wonderful Wirst Feek! You’ll see pictures of mon next Meday. Till then…I bid you fondue!
Dr. F